Monday, July 21, 2014

1st. Alaska Boulderfest


The 1st AK Boulderfest was hosted in Hatcher Pass, by AK Climber
It didn't got cancelled due weather. The Rain that started early that day.
The weather forecast said it was gonna rain, so I assume some people didn't give a try.
I decided to drive there and at least hang around, hike or whatever with rain.
When I got there, I arrived at same time than Tracy & John, Noah & Ezra.
All from Wasilla, AK. Committed climbers.
We moved to the "Basecamp", meeting point.
Hanging out for some time, while I was trying to remember names,
we decided to go "climbing".  Right?
  
The first boulder of the circuit was next to the road. 
A nice cave to put our dry socks and some dry stuff.
A V4 and V3 were our first try. I was exceptic.
The group got bigger.
Then the magic happened, we're actually climbing.

Then we moved to another bloque.
Just across the creek.
A Vrain1 of granite just above the pads with puddles of water.
Then a slab on the left, VrainSomething...
... Still climbable!
The rain slowed down a little. Then stopped.
We moved to another area. 
A pocket of blue sky came out.
The the rain started again.
The climbing was still going on.Some friends left, others stayed.
Another bloque down the valley, with other problem.
I stopped climbing but was hanging out.
The weather window was there, the sun trying to show up.
From a foggy morning, to some shinny pockets of sun.
The views were just great.

For reference of the area, names of the boulders, rates, or you wanna give me a present, check Todd's guidebook

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

10 Cosas que odiaré de la #LeyTelecom

10 Cosas que odiaré de la #LeyTelecom

1.Vigilancia Masiva. 
Las empresas registrarán todos mis metadatos; como las fotos de los perritos abandonados en periférico, las frases del Dalai Lama, mis selfies de Yoga poser, los mensajes que le envié a mi compa sobre como llegar a la casa, cuánto tiempo hice en la bici al poner el GPS en el celular etc.

2. Acceso ilimitado a mis datos. 
Desde que abrí las cuentas con miles de dolares en las Islas Caiman, el gob. se dará cuenta de cuánta nieve vendo de contrabando. Al igual que se darán cuenta de las 3 casas que tengo, casas de campaña claro. 

3. Buscador de Datos.
No pinches mames! La gente sabrá que me llamo José y no Kakiko al checar el sitio Googleando Mexicanos punto com! 

4. Adiós precedentes de la Corte contra la vigilancia.
Ahora que la gente sabe que me llamo Pepe y que vivo en Alaskawamas, no podré quejarme. Ahora todos sabrán donde encontrarme, para qué? no se! pero ojala alguien me visite. Vivo junto al árbol verde, blanco en invierno.

5. Mercado de Datos.
Los de la KGB, la CIA, Interpol, sabrán que Pepe, el gran traficante de nieve, vive junto el árbol verde, y no solo eso. Se compartirán los metadatos entre ellos! Que pinche miedo!

6. Mis datos en manos de agencias y criminales Internacionales.
Las grandes compañías que saben cuantas casas de campaña tengo me buscarán. Abrirán mis casas con una navaja y meterán un Oso Grizzly para compartir un bote de miel conmigo. Además, los skiadores y snowboarders del mundo, me buscarán y arrestarán por vender nieve ilícita a nivel internacional. 

7.  Usaron mis datos? Nunca lo sabré.
Oh my efin Gaaaasshhhhh!!!! así es... solo llegaron por mi y nunca supe como lo hicieron. Nos tomamos unas cervezas antes de que me arrestaran claro.

8. Facebook, Twitter y Google en manos del gobierno.
Que pinche peligro. Ya no leeremos babosadas de la gente. Bueno, si, pero de empleados y gobernantes. Conozco muchos. Cada vez postean menos perritos.
Google, ellos lo controlarán. Ahora tendremos que ir a las bibliotecas y leer libros para enterarnos de cosas del mundo mundial.

9. Zonas de silencio.
La Ley permitirá crear Zonas de Silencio, zonas sin acceso a internet, o feis. Zonas así como bosques, como Alaska, naturaleza, etc. Pero tener este tipo de zonas viola un Derecho Universal a la Paz interior, lo que algunos consideran un peligro.

10. Censura de Radio y Tele.
No más La que buena, no más Televisa, ni Univisión. Nos bloquearán todo. Las novelas, Primer Impacto y los 40 principales. El artículo 15, en su fracción 16, prevé la “suspensión precautoria de las transmisiones”, sin explicar cuál será el criterio a seguir. No, si, ya valió madres.


Pero como me dijo mi prima, yo vivo en Estados Unidos, de que me preocupo. 
Tendré que ver cómo nos impacta duriiiiisimo la ley a nosotros los ricos, poderosos y amantes de la paz.

Monday, June 30, 2014

It's Bike Park season again: 2014

It's Bike Park season again.
As I'm getting old I can feel the difference riding 4 years ago in Bugambilias with my friends than now.
Yesterday was my first day at the bike park in Alaska. My stored bike had a chance to get of the garage.
Adapting to it is like learning to ride... again. The fun starts slow, the nervous fast.

As advancing during the day, my legs and hands are getting tired. My brain relaxed.
Finding some friends helps to keep a pace and increase the personal confidence.
Repeating laps is the best way to keep those nerves away. And increasing the fun part.
The years advance, and the sun too. The moments are fast as the turns on the trails.

Water breaks on a sunny Sunday are mandatory, also good for resting fingers.
The trails as usual are slowly taking form. Bikes carving the glacial soil and marking the puddles.
The mud starts to saturate frames and goggles, shorts and pants.
Squats and burpees in a dynamic form at high speed.

The end is always surprised by a girlfriend with a gift, a taste matching beer.
Graphics of el Día de los Muertos from a Mexican beer and helmet. Feeling it after a long day.
The horse is still brave, to tame him is my job. The pricey Alyeska Bike Park trying to take shape, but still, race times with an iPhone, jumps still to work on, and hiker with dog in the downhill trail, speaks about it.

Another season for us starts and the arena steaming is... But the Silvertip is always rocking!



Monday, June 23, 2014

Amanece en tierra ajena.

¿ A donde vas dejando apresurado el suelo patrio y el hogar querido, la honrosa toga y el puesto distinguido y el fraternal amor desconsolado?  

           Diste penas por gozo sin medida, diste por todo el cielo ...  inmundo lodo y breve tiempo por la eterna vida.                       

Tu piedad no desfallece a pesar de mi desvío, Por fin venciste, Dios mio.
      ¡Que lentamente amanece...!



Amanece, amanece y desaparece.
Cada día que pasa, termina y mis pies observo.
Lodo, tierra, agua y polvo. Signos temporales,
que acompañan las eternas cicatrices.

Apresurado por la vida me dejaron,
obligado a buscar el cambio y el eterno gozo.
De tu lado me fui, de tu suelo patrio partí, siguiendo tus pasos me vi,
ese reflejo engañoso, en el lago frio.
Altas latitudes, con nieves perpetuas.

No has vencido padre, ni a tu lado sigo. En pie sigo.
Aventurado camino y cuando el día llegue,
y descalzo toque tu puerta,
sabrás porque he venido.



Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The NeoliberCapitalist Buddhist

Yesterday, on my way to the climbing gym, I saw a scene that put my mind to think for a while.
The 2013 Subaru with a new Juliana bike on the roof rack, next to the ski box, with all the windows closed.
Prayer flags inside the left side, and a mandala on the right side. Next to the yoga mat. So I wrote this.

Years ago, when I watched audiovisuals from my friends expeditions in the Himalayas,
I saw those flags flying at the higher camps and summits in the mountains.
We didn't have those in Autlan. Not even in the highest mountain in the area.
So, I ask about them. Tibetan prayer flags.

From the Tibetan Buddhism, to the Mountains. Blessings and Harmony along the ridges and passes.
Lung ta (Wind Horse): blue - sky, white - air, red - fire, green - water, and yellow - earth.
The balance of the five elements producing health and harmony.
The wind hit the flags, spreading the peace, compassion, strength, and wisdom.
Their printed mantras purify and sanctify the air.

That's my memory about the prayer flags.
Because the symbols and mantras on prayer flags are sacred, they should be treated with respect.
They should not be placed on the ground or used on clothing. Old prayer flags should be burned.
As climbers, we used to have them in our porches or roofs of our houses.

Now I got confused by the misuse of the tradition. I'm not pure buddhist to pray it or say something. 
But since kid I learned to respect flags. Learned to live with basics and share with the rest.
Now while riding around town, it's common to see the new "NeoliberCapitalist Buddhist".
The typical person spreading love, humbleness and Namasting others... and still paying every month,
the bills of the newer Subaru, Westfalia, or Super fancy 4WD Toy truck.

The air conditioning system inside their vehicles makes the mantras to flow and bless the atmosphere.
Spreading health and harmony inside their micro bubble. 
Which is good, because if they are sick, they keep their germs.
Or if they just came out of a sweaty class,
they keep their smell for them. 

Let's share love and compassion with the rest, from inside of our nice cars.
Let's show the humanity the strength of our machines and engines.
Let's the air spread our wisdom when we choose this great V8 overpriced machine.
Mamaste.







Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Rainy days.


The weather itself changes. By day, by season. 
Lots of rain had arrived, pushing the sunny days away.
Winter will come and go, with less or more snow.
Now the days are just gray.

The routine is the trap of the wolf.
Where stepping with the same rock, at the same time,
becomes normal.
What's the purpose of the rock?
Why don't move the rock?
Why don't jump over it.

Water and the desire of jumps.
The summer season brings thoughts to mind.
Memories of accomplished dreams.
Melancholy of rusted roots.

Just another storm in the sky.
Like others had been soaked my back before.
But on the way, I always dry.


Monday, June 2, 2014

Memorial in McCarthy

The 3 day weekend is here: Memorial Weekend.
The "plan" is all set, with all that implies my predestined 3DW.
All town is full of smoke. Smoke from the Alaska Wildfires of the 2014.
The front range as well. Mountains covered by thick smoke, clean air above and clouds higher.


 Last minute change of plans it's always a 'yes' if that includes an airplane flight.
A remote airplane flight to the base of the Wrangell St. Elias NP. McCarthy, AK.
Our friend Bill, sent an email with open seats in his Helio Courier, which we were fast in answer and fill.
By 9:00 am on May 24th, we were ready, with packs with camping gear and food for 3 days.


The capacity of the Helio to take off makes me impressed. Probably 50 mts. Bill's capacity to fly it too.
While following the Alaska's main highway, the views are stunning. A different perspective of places I have been on and places I never saw before. Fast turns around cliffs and bumps through the smoke, we make our way to Gulkana Airport for fuel of other plane.

 


Continuing the way to McCarthy, looking at the big rivers that in a few days gonna be crowded of Salmon, and people. The wind rises a dust cloud over their future campsite.
Around the corner, 2 glaciers, Kennicott on the left, Roots on the right, falls and merge in McCarthy.
Our landing zone and playground for 2 days.



In land, while people head to their places, we get our stuff ready to head to the first trail.
According to the map I printed the day before from internet. That now I think is more marketing than real.
Locals will think you are crazy if ask for directions, or will tell you all in that map is not true as it says.
Unless you go to the well known touristic government maintained trail in the area. Still we gonna try.
A little of excitement cross my mind to see 2 airplanes from Ultima Thule Lodge, from Paul. Memo-Dreams.



Wondering in town, trying to get out and find a "trailhead", when there's no even a well maintained trail, makes me think in how people have been dependable from the GOV and the information on trails, and less exploration sense. Even NPS haters love to go to their trails and freak out when they have to bushwalk.
After some failed attempts on getting to the hike, we success to cross a long foot bridge that goes over the glacier river to the west of the Kennicott. At the end of the moraine.


Surrounding what it's a lake now, we start hiking on the moraine of the glacier.
Following a nice, big boulder field. Where someday the glacier was before melting.
The trees up on the left, give us an idea how high the glacier was. New trees grow along the empty space.
Crossing rocks, sand fields and bushes, our trail, it's more a bear trail that we borrow to explore.




After some hours or miles, invested in walking mood, we find a spot to camp.
With one soaked foot due a failed stream crossing. Some weather over us trying to rain.
The BD Mega Light & the Mega Bug  stakes doesn't hold in the sandy floor, but rocks are enough to pile them in every corner and make good Pico-de-Orizaba style anchors. Our shelter is light and ready.
Rain proof and Mosquito proof. Our kitchen, around the corner, next to a stream, is ready.


It's Sunday morning by now. The tent works as a sauna now, mixed with my mistake of sleeping bag option.
Time to go get the food out of that tree branch and eat breakfast.
Delicious dry version of huevos rancheros and oatmeal. Lift and Clean the campsite and head back.
Following the same moraine ridge with boulders and the traditional foot to water in the bear stream crossing.









 


After dropping some gear by the airplane and snack break, our plan is keep hiking towards the Roots.
A road that leads to Kennecott to continue a long trail now on the other side of the glacier "valley".
Kennecott was established in 1911 as a mine town, with buildings, railroad, big engines and machines.
Now, abandoned, the piles of trash and crap on the side of the glacier mixed with nature, it's now catalogued as historic buildings for our modern human society.



The mother nature keeps doing her work, washing whatever is on her way.
And whatever falls into the glacier body, it's gonna be consumed and moved away too.
Old Engines, explosive fields and electrical cabling. Light bulbs that were shutted down with bullets.
That place is nice and picturesque. And vanishes the old road into the hiking trail along the Roots Glacier.





The "well maintained" trail is washed out by avalanches in some spots.
Avalanche debris available for study purposes. The same material ends up in the glacier lateral moraine.
Dead trees, rocks, wood from buildings, rail cables, train rails, water, ceramic insulators.
The same glacier is eating the terrain, making the trail a ridge the falls to the moraine.


 Our hike ends up at a flat spot, where we can see the icefall of the massive glacier, around 6 pm.
The seracs that we can spot could be like houses or buildings, in size. Crevasses all over. Like a Dragon.
A sleeping white dragon that sometimes moves slowly, changing his form and skin.
We have to head back the same way, ridge, moraine, trail, road in automatic motion.




Around 20 or 23 miles that day, with a quick stop with our friends, the pilots Bill and Jay.
To say hi and let them know we are alive and fine. Their leftover brownies are like turbine gas for us.
The sun is set behind the mountains, the town is quiet, the road long. The campsite it's waiting.
No dinner, just set up tent and sleeping bags to sleep. My phone battery is dead, no more pictures to take.


On Monday morning, everything is packed and ready to go. Our pilots arrive and we take off.
A flight over the Roots Glacier take us in 5 minutes what we hike a day before in hours.
Close up to the icefall and icefield. Bracing the ridges and jumping them in the plane.
Circles around mud volcanoes and attempts to spot wildlife makes a good flight back home.


I was wondering why the memorial weekend was called that way. Seems like is different for everyone.
My Contour camera still filming on the flight, to end up erasing the Memory card on my computer.
On the way back Bill gives the controls of the airplane to Jill, her memory still knows how to pilot.
In my case, my memory was stressed for loosing the footage, but full of another alaskan experience.
My definition of Memorial is different now, added to my own dictionary. With joy and success.

Thanks to Bill and Jay, for the ride. :)