It wasn’t very long ago that I taxied out of Garibaldi after my Snowshoe Christmas, this morning I am headed north up to Birkenhead for a Telemark New Years. So happy new year to everybody who won’t be in the Felix Creek shelter.

I know, I know, we’re already in the new year. But I’m no ideologue when it comes to partying.

I don’t have a credit card per se, and I couldn’t put my hands on the $1700 in cash that MEC wanted as an alternative deposit for an alpine traverse ski package, so instead I am borrowing some honest-to-god telemark skis for the trip. Three days of learning-by-doing backcountry telemarking in God’s Own Ski Area. Shed a tear for my thighs.

In unrelated news, I dreamed last night that I was lured into going planting in Ontario this summer. When I arrived in the refugee-camp-of-a-planting-camp, filled with 100s of rookies, I was asked to crewboss because I had planted before. Given a few short weeks with a completely raw crew and my own unsuitabilty for management, I utterly failed in molding my team into a worthwhile planting unit. BUT, we did have a cool name: The Ragged Band of Misfits (RBM).

Hmmm… planting dreams. Must be getting around to that time of year: the time of thinking forward to planting. Oh dear. Have to start checking the forums when I get back.