2020 Season Review
Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2020 11:07 am
The first snow always feels like the end of the old year and the beginning of the new one. When it arrives, it covers up the old tired dust, gives the mountains a reprieve from their nakedness, and will eventually turn into flowers and green plants again. I still have a few day trips mentally planned in the lower elevations of the Sierra, but we'll see if the weather cooperates. So I suppose now is a good time to look back, and reflect a bit on the last year.
And what a bizarre year it was. When COVID started, I was breaking the law, indignant that someone would try to keep me within 10 miles from my home. I hid my skis under blankets in my car, rather than on the roof rack. I'd tell my wife or ski partner that we should be grateful, we were lucky to be outside, healthy, and no one was giving us a ticket. Then gradually as people stopped over reacting and the mountains opened up, jealousy set it. My friends were able to work remotely, and they moved to Truckee and Boulder, climbing the Flatirons or Mt Rose on a weekday. Never being satisfied with your current situation is what allowed humans to survive, but it's a shitty way to live.
One of my favorite days in the mountain this season was a day hike/trail run of Mt Lyell in June. The trip just clicked. I had planned that hike for at least two seasons and all that planning paid off. I had been watching satellite images of Lyell Canyon, and Yosemite announced it was opening at the optimal time. The the snow was smooth but melted off the trail, the waterfalls were rushing, and the mosquitoes were still frozen. My partner and I had very similar pacing the whole day, no one held the other back. But more than a perfect day, with Yosemite being officially open, it felt like the official end to the outdoors embargo.
However, I failed in one big way this season: no backpacking, again. As soon as the mosquitoes stopped biting, the entire state was on fire. I lost the outdoors for a second time, and had another mourning period all over again. COVID closed everything indoors, smoke closed everything outside. I'm a mountain person and I spent Labor Day on the beach, the only oasis of clean air. Doing Yoga & HIIT videos by the air purifier is probably the most 2020 moment I've experienced. Unlike COVID though, it was easy to cancel those late August & September backpacking trips. The smoke was bad enough at home.
So it's the end of the season, but also the beginning. I've got a few over use injuries from running too far. My feet could use a return to ski boots. I'm watching the weather, hoping for more snow. But if it doesn't come, I'm thinking about a weekend in Yosemite Valley, no day use reservations required. It all feels… normal. Nice. And looking back through my pictures of the year, I see the same things as the years before. Pictures of me and my friends & family in beautiful places, sharing time together. So despite our minor complaints about fires and viruses, the mountains still offered me the same things they do every year.
And what a bizarre year it was. When COVID started, I was breaking the law, indignant that someone would try to keep me within 10 miles from my home. I hid my skis under blankets in my car, rather than on the roof rack. I'd tell my wife or ski partner that we should be grateful, we were lucky to be outside, healthy, and no one was giving us a ticket. Then gradually as people stopped over reacting and the mountains opened up, jealousy set it. My friends were able to work remotely, and they moved to Truckee and Boulder, climbing the Flatirons or Mt Rose on a weekday. Never being satisfied with your current situation is what allowed humans to survive, but it's a shitty way to live.
One of my favorite days in the mountain this season was a day hike/trail run of Mt Lyell in June. The trip just clicked. I had planned that hike for at least two seasons and all that planning paid off. I had been watching satellite images of Lyell Canyon, and Yosemite announced it was opening at the optimal time. The the snow was smooth but melted off the trail, the waterfalls were rushing, and the mosquitoes were still frozen. My partner and I had very similar pacing the whole day, no one held the other back. But more than a perfect day, with Yosemite being officially open, it felt like the official end to the outdoors embargo.
However, I failed in one big way this season: no backpacking, again. As soon as the mosquitoes stopped biting, the entire state was on fire. I lost the outdoors for a second time, and had another mourning period all over again. COVID closed everything indoors, smoke closed everything outside. I'm a mountain person and I spent Labor Day on the beach, the only oasis of clean air. Doing Yoga & HIIT videos by the air purifier is probably the most 2020 moment I've experienced. Unlike COVID though, it was easy to cancel those late August & September backpacking trips. The smoke was bad enough at home.
So it's the end of the season, but also the beginning. I've got a few over use injuries from running too far. My feet could use a return to ski boots. I'm watching the weather, hoping for more snow. But if it doesn't come, I'm thinking about a weekend in Yosemite Valley, no day use reservations required. It all feels… normal. Nice. And looking back through my pictures of the year, I see the same things as the years before. Pictures of me and my friends & family in beautiful places, sharing time together. So despite our minor complaints about fires and viruses, the mountains still offered me the same things they do every year.