{"id":1569,"date":"2021-02-08T22:31:33","date_gmt":"2021-02-08T22:31:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mochiandcolleen.com\/eagleledge\/?p=1569"},"modified":"2021-02-08T22:31:33","modified_gmt":"2021-02-08T22:31:33","slug":"more-skiing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mochiandcolleen.com\/eagleledge\/?p=1569","title":{"rendered":"More Skiing…"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Jakobi and I went skiing at Cochrane’s last Friday. I tried to get tickets online and there was an issue that prevented me and when we go to the hill at 2:45pm we found out it was sold out for the night. But since they don’t check we decided to ski anyway. Three inches of fluffy white powder had fallen over the course of the day and we took 4 or 5 nice runs through silky smooth snow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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By 4pm the place was packed and going up the T Bar was an ordeal as it stopped 4 or 5 times each time up. We took a break for dinner at 5pm and afterwards the line was 1\/2 mile long so we made one more run under the lights and headed home. There must be lots of people skiing for free as this can’t be the number of allowed guest under the Covid19 protocols. We decided that we will ski on Wednesdays at Northern Slopes and see if it is less of a madhouse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Colleen and Kate went on an epic eight mile roundtrip ski on Saturday down Eagle Ledge Trail and up to the Hardwood Ponds where Colleen likes to ski. It took them 3 hours to get there and 2 to come home and Colleen’s thinks she has found us a good swim hole for the summer months. We spent the evening at Christine’s outside around a fire celebrating Imbolc. And Sunday was a disappointing Super Bowl with Tom Brady and Tampa dominating an overmatched Kansas City team. The hype of Mahones vs Brady didn’t lead anywhere and the halftime show was an overproduced underwhelming disappointment as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What I’m Listening to this week<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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I had this album, SANTANA Caravanserai, in vinyl back in my Cleveland years and remembered it was good so I found it in MP3 form and gave it a listen. When the label head, Clive Davis first heard it he told the band they were committing career suicide. If only $$$ weren’t what we measure genius by this album could have changed the world. It is a spiritual journey told through music and is incredible. I have been listening to it before sleep on headphones and find it takes me deep into sleep and dreams<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Listening to Santana led me to dig out the first three journey albums before they found Steve Perry and made him their lead singer. Journey keyboardist Gregg Rollie and guitarist Neal Schoen were both in Santana and left after Caravanserai because they disagreed with the musical direction the band was taking. I had dismissed these albums back in the 80’s because they lacked Steve Perry and the Pop Rock sound that made Journey famous but now though they deserved a second listen. And I was right. The first Journey album sounds like it could have been the Santana album Rollie and Schoen wanted to make. Lots of awesome guitar and keyboard jams. Not something I was ready for in the 80’s but can really appreciate now in the 2020’s, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Ocean In My Bathtub<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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\tI took a\nclay class with my fourteen year old daughter this past fall. We\nworked at tables wearing masks in an garage with the door open with\nthree other families. While the others worked on bowls, boxes,\npumpkins and Christmas ornaments I undertook an independent study to\nmake four large pie slice tiles for the centerpiece of a bathtub\nbathroom wall project. The four 12 inch pie slices when combined\ncreate a two foot diameter circle divided along a vertical and\nhorizontal axis. Surrounding it is a ring composed of eight arcs I\nmade using a homemade form into which I poured a cement mix. Set in\nthis mix are seashells and stones collected from beaches and streams\nfrom over 30 years of travel. Originally the shells and stones were\nto be randomly scattered but as I was working with them my youngest\ndaughter made a whale out of three stones and four shells and I was\ninspired to make a turtle and liked the result so much that I decided\nto fill the arcs with figures from the sea. Circling the centerpiece\nis a ring filled with fish, turtles, sea birds, starfish, a shark,\nthe whale and a snorkeler along with some random stones and shells.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI spent\ntwo summers building the house where my family and I reside at the\nbase of a Vermont mountain. When we moved in the bathroom remained\nunfinished and I had spent this last summer building a shower stall,\ninstalling a sink and the biggest bathtub I could afford. I raised\nthe tub off the floor enclosing it in a tile surround and cut a tall\nnarrow window in the wall above one end of the tub so I could gaze\nout at the creek running through the hollow outside as I lay back in\nmy bath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tBath\ntime for me is a sacred space, even more so now in a time of\nisolation amid the pandemic. I turn out the lights, light a candle,\nadd some bath salts and essential oils to water, put my MP3 player\nfull of Van Morrison’s catalog on shuffle and slip into the steaming\nhot bath. I am returning to the warmth of my mother’s womb and then\nsink deeper into the planetary womb of the ocean from which life\nemerged. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThe\nglazed tile pie slices that will grace the wall above the tub reflect\nthe duality that is inherent in our planetary life. Awake\/asleep,\nlight\/dark, night\/day are all represented in my personal mythology by\na tile in the upper left of a active dolphin leaping against a sky\nblue over a blazing orange sun and in a tile in the bottom right of a\nreceptive dolphin beneath the waves rolled over on her back under a\nyellow sliver of crescent moon. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI don’t\nremember what drew me so to dolphins. My earliest memory is ordering\na book about dolphins in second grade from the Scholastic Book Club.\nThat same year my dad took me to a county fair in Upstate New York\nthat featured a dolphin in a circular tank. I stood by that tank for\nan hour peering through the glass at the dolphin circling within\nwhile my dad tried to interest me in some of the rides on the midway.\nEventually he succeeded and drew me away from the dolphin to ride\nsomething called the Round Up where we strapped ourselves upright\nalong the perimeter of a giant wheel which then spun wildly\nsimultaneously tilting us nearly 90 degrees. The ride ended with us\nboth on our knees just off the midway throwing up between parked\ntrailers. That was also the year the Miami Dolphins became my\nfavorite football team went 17-0 and my father and I watched them win\nSuper Bowl VIII at the neighbors because they had a color TV.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tFor the\nlongest time my connection to dolphins was sublimated through the NFL\nteam. I had winter hats, sweatshirts, bed sheets, curtains and pillow\ncase emblazoned with the Dolphin’s logo. It wasn’t until I was 25 and\n in New Zealand that I encountered a dolphin in the wild. It was 1991\nI was on a four month backpacking trip and was working my way up the\nEastern Coast of the South Island. At a hostel I met some fellow\ntravelers who told me about a dolphin swimming excursion they had\ntaken in Kaikoura. I knew I had to do this. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI headed\nto Kaikoura and contacted the tour operator and booked a spot on the\nboat for the following day. When I arrived at the dock I was issued\na wet suit, flippers and snorkeling gear. It was an open boat with\neight other swimmers on board and a crew of two. When everyone was\nchanged into their gear we headed out of the small harbor in search\nof a pod of dolphins. The crew told us we would be swimming with a\nspecies called the Dusky Dolphin and that we would most likely find\nthem a few miles offshore. As we motored towards our destination I\nwatched the South Island loom up over the sea as we moved farther\naway from the coast. It was an overcast day and dark clouds hugged\nthe peaks of the coastal mountains. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tAfter\nabout 45 minutes the crew spotted a pod and motored into position. We\ncould see a dozen or so fins breaking the surface a quarter of a mile\naway and as we approached they disappeared. The boat came to a stop\nand we prepared to go in the water. The crew told us we would hear\nthe dolphins before we saw them and to be patient. I was the first\none in the water. As I swam away from the boat I peered down into the\ndepths. The water was a shade of blue I had never seen before and\nfarther down the color became deeper and richer. Soon there were\nothers in the water around me and I kicked to put some distance\nbetween us. As the crew had said I heard the dolphins first. A series\nof click, whistles and guttural noises floated up to me. No dolphins\nwere in sight but I could feel them coming. I imagined a a pod of 10\nor so dolphins would come into view somewhere close to me and I swam\nexcitedly in circles trying to look everywhere at once but I was not\nprepared for what I saw. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI had no\nidea how deep the sea beneath me was until impossibly far down a few\ndolphins emerged from the blue. They were so far away they were tiny\nand suddenly there were not a few of them but hundreds and they were\nrising towards me becoming bigger and bigger with each passing second\nuntil suddenly they were all around me, beside me, beneath me,\nbreaking the surface, leaping clear of the water over me. I was\noverwhelmed with playfulness and joy and found myself diving down the\nswim among the dolphins, turning over on my back beneath the waves to\ngaze up at them as they swam all around and then just as quickly as\nthey appeared they were gone. I popped my head above the water and\ntook off my mask and glanced around exchanging smiles with the\nswimmers closest to me. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI wanted\nto do it again. I put my mask back on and re-entered the ocean world.\nAnd again and again it happened. I would be in an empty ocean and\nthen suddenly I would be surrounded by 100’s of dolphins. I couldn’t\nget enough of it. I was vaguely aware that the others had long since\ngotten back in the boat and finally the crew had to get my attention\nand compel me to leave the water. I could tell the others were a bit\nannoyed with me and I apologized as we motored back to shore but I\ndidn’t really mean it as I couldn’t understand why they didn’t have\nto be dragged out of the sea like me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI didn’t\nget a chance to swim with dolphins again until I spent a winter on\nthe Big Island of Hawai’i in 1998. I was volunteering at Kalani, a\nretreat center in the Puna District and one of the reasons that drew\nme there was a black sand beach a quarter mile down the coast from\nKalani where you could be naked and it was possible to swim with the\nHawaiian Spinner dolphin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\t That\nfirst winter I worked the breakfast shift in the open air kitchen and\nwas done by 9am and would head immediately to the beach in search of\ndolphins. Kehena Beach was a sliver of black sand tucked between a\nsmall cove and 80 foot high lava cliffs. One reached it by descending\na treacherous path carved out of the lava flow cliff. The surf there\nwas often rough but once beyond the breakers there was a beautiful\nsandy bottomed cove approximately 30 feet deep where pods of spinners\nwould often spend the mornings resting after their nightly hunt for\nfood out in the ocean depths. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThe\nSpinner dolphins of Kehena were smaller than the Dusky dolphins of\nKaikoura and the pods numbered in the dozens rather than the hundreds\nbut the magic I experienced swimming with them was the same if not\nbetter as this was not part of a tour but part of my daily life. On\nmy off days I would head down to the beach before breakfast in hopes\nof catching a swim with a pod. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI got to\nknow the other dolphin swimmers and soon met Teri and Gina. They\nlived in the neighborhood and came to the beach just about every day.\nGina liked to take long ocean swims and would head out clad in a wet\nsuit top with a mask and snorkel and swim out of the small cove and\nout of sight along the lava shoreline. Once her swims were done she\nseldom lingered on the beach unless there were dolphins in the cove.\nTeri who was older had been swimming with dolphins for years. She had\njust finished writing a book about swimming with dolphins that was\nfor sale at the gift shop at Kalani and she taught me the basics. The\ncardinal rules was : Dolphins don’t have hands so it is not nice to\ntry and touch them unless they initiate it. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI had\nseen several swimmers dive right down with an arm outstretched. This\nusually got them a visit from the dolphin police as Teri and Gina\nsardonically referred to themselves. That is how I met them. The cove\nwas shallow which meant often the dolphins were in close proximity. I\nwas able to dive down and swim just along the bottom belting right\nalong with them. When I surfaced Teri and Gina were there and told me\nthat the dolphins don’t like to be chased. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tBack on\nthe beach they introduced themselves and Teri told me that the best\nway to communicate with the dolphins was through emotions and\nvisualization. Rather than lighting out on a bee line through the\nwater to where I saw fins I should stay in one place and call the\ndolphins to me with my heart and my mind. And it worked. I would\nswim out and float above a nice sand rippled bottom and imagine\nmyself surrounded by the pod and more often than not if there were\ndolphins in the bay some if not all would soon be around me. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tTeri\ntold me about the different groups within the pod. The elders, the\nadults and the juveniles. She had relationships with individual\ndolphins and the way she spoke about them was definitely spiritual.\nEarly on I saw my first baby dolphin and soon began to recognize the\nadults and the juveniles. Small pods within the pod, chasing each\nother and leaping, would dart towards me and zoom past close by.\nThese were the juveniles. Once a group of three swam directly toward\nme, when they reached me the two on the ends sped by on each side\nwhile the spinner in the middle leaped over me. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tOccasionally\nI would be swimming lazily among a pod watching all the different\ngroups zig and zag beneath me and suddenly there would be a large\ndolphin at me side and we would swim slowly side by side gazing all\nthe while into each others eye. I never recognized individuals or\ndeveloped relationships with any dolphins but Teri wasn’t kidding.\nHer connection with the dolphins was magical. One time I was swimming\nwith her and a dolphin left the pod that we were slowly circling\nabove and made straight up for her and stopped two feet from her mask\nand they stayed that way for a bit and then it returned to the pod.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThe\ndolphins were often playful and Teri taught me the leaf game. We\nwould enter the ocean with a large leaf which we would drop among the\nswimming pod. Two or three dolphins would break free of the circling\npod and race to catch the leaf on a fin trailing it for awhile before\nreleasing it for another dolphin to catch. If we could we would try\nand grab the leaf when it released but this was almost impossible to\ndo as the dolphins were so swift. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tMy\nfavorite time were the early morning swims before a lot of people\nshowed up. I remember one memorable swim on an early morning when I\nhad a pod of dolphins to myself. The pod which contained about 40\ndolphins was about 100 yards off shore and in a rest state swimming\nin a big slow circle. I joined the pod swimming lazily with the\ndolphins as they rose and sank. Dolphins sleep half a brain at a time\nwith a couple of outlier dolphins fully awake looking out for the\nrest. These watchers approached me when I joined the pod and swam\nalongside me for a circuit or two as they gazed into my eyes, an\nobvious intelligence looking back at me, before they swam off again\nand took up their positions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI timed\nmy own dives and ascents to match the dolphins and tried as best I\ncould to find a steady rhythmic pattern for my breath not an easy\ntask while breathing through a snorkel. I continued to swim in big\nlazy circles above the pod and the dreamy mental state of the\ndolphins combined with the cyclical rhythmic rising and falling made\nfor one of the purest meditative states I have ever experienced. I\ndon’t know how long I was out there but when the pod gradually awoke\nand made their way out of the cove and I caught a wave back onto the\nbeach there were a lot more people spread over the sand and it was\nobvious that I had missed breakfast.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tKehena\nwas probably best known for it’s Sunday Afternoon drum circles and on\nweekends the beach was crowded with locals and tourists. Dolphins\nwere rarely around on a Sunday afternoon but sometimes they were. The\ndolphins were there in the morning before it got crowded and I had\nenjoyed a long swim with them. It was a beautiful sunny day with an\ninshore breeze and a swell from the south. The surf instead of\nmenacing was welcoming and lots of people were out catching waves;\nbody-surfing and boogie boarding. The dolphins moved a bit farther\nout but didn’t leave and did not mind the ones who made the effort to\nswim out and be with them. More and more people kept descending the\npath to the black sand beach, it must have been a peak tourist time\non the island and people were spread out everywhere on the sand and\nback along the base of the cliffs. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tThe drum\ncircle was more than usually inspired and grew large; participants\nthomping together sticks of driftwood and lava rocks to the beat. The\ndrums were jamming, whales appeared beyond the headlands and the\ndolphins were suddenly riding the swells in close. The drums\nquickened the beat, the whales increased their spouts, the waves\nproved epic for the body surfers and just beyond them heading in\nthree dolphins leapt out of the water side by side in a circus arc\nthen turned 90 degrees and leaped again right in front of the beach. \nThe beach had been awed by the first leap and at the sight of the\nsecond erupted in cheers. The third time they leaped the beach was\nmesmerized and by the time the dolphins completed a fourth leap while\nrounding the bend back out to sea it was madness on the beach.\nEveryone hootin’ an hollerin’ the beat reaching impossible rhythms\nthe beach awash in the immaculate glow of an infinite moment. We\nstayed at the beach late that day reluctant to leave walking\ncontentedly in the setting sun back to dinner at Kalani.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI’ve had\nmany memorable swims over the past 20 years that I have been visiting\nHawai’i. When I studied Hawaiian massage with Auntie Margret at Ke’e\non Kealakekua Bay in 2001 a group of classmates and I would start\nour day with a swim in the bay with the resident dolphins. One of my\nclassmates was a young Hawai’ian woman from Oahu who would swim\ntopless among the pod her long black hair streaming behind her and a\nradiant smile on her face. Fifteen years later in that same bay I\nswam out with my eldest daughter, then ten, to swim with a pod of\ndolphins. The last two times we were in Hawai’i we camped out at the\nbeach at Ho’okena where pods of dolphins would often spend their\nmornings swimming in the bay. Mornings before breakfast I would\nsnorkel out over the reef to the large expanses of sandy bottomed bay\nand begin my day with a leisurely and meditative swim with a pod or\ntwo of dolphins. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tOne\nsunset evening at Ho’okena in 2016 a whale spent half an hour\nteaching her calf to breach out in the bay. I have captured this\nmoment and the aloha that is Hawai’i in the upper right glazed tile\npie slice on my bathroom wall. Against a yellow sky containing a\nsmall round orange sun a whale breaches the blue sea in the right\nforeground while the volcanoes Mauna Loa and Mauna Kea and a few\nblack sea birds aloft linger in the background. Opposite that tile in\nthe lower left is a nighttime scene of the Turnagain Arm in Alaska. A\nsliver yellow moon hangs in the star filled black sky above the ice\ncovered peaks that ring the tidal inlet as a couple of snow white\nbelugas make their way up the Arm. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI never\ngot to swim with belugas in Alaska but I like to think I ran with\nthem. I lived 12 years in Alaska and spent one summer camped out on\nBird Point which juts out into the Turnagain Arm about 10 miles North\nof Girdwood. The Turnagain Arm has some of the highest tides in\nNorth America, up to 40 feet on a new moon. The Arm is shallow and\ncarved by myriad channels by which the Arm fills and drains as the\nocean tries to reach the moon on a spinning Earth. At low tide these\nchannels flow through exposed tidal flats which in the winter are\noften littered with large chunks of ice stranded on the strand as the\nwater recedes. These same flats are flooded six hours later as the\nincoming tide overflows the channels. At high tide a standing wave\ncalled the bore tide flows in over the flats in a line of froth\ntrailed by screaming seagulls feeding on the fish pushed to the fore\nby the swell.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tMy camp\nwas right beside the Arm. When the tide was in there was water to the\nshore. When it was out the water was in a channel on the far side of\nthe arm and an immense tidal flat of gray silt stretched out before\nit. I loved the changing dynamic of the tides, low and high moving\nthrough different parts of the day. In the long Alaskan day when the\ntide was low I would wander out and explore the flats. One had to be\ncareful for the gray silt while mostly solid could dissolve into a\nquicksand with an unbreakable grip if sunk into unaware, These soft\nsquishy spots were mostly in the many small capillary channels that\nseemed to branch off endlessly from the main channels and were\navoided. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tI knew\nfrom experience that the bore tide at Bird Point appeared about an\nhour and twenty minutes before the posted low tide time and I liked\nto run out on the tide flats to meet it. The first sign of it was\nusually a far off line of low flying birds squawking over the\nincoming wave. Once spotted I would head off running over the flats\ntowards the incoming wave which was usually about a foot or two high\nadvancing over the tidal flats. I would sprint up to the face of it\nand turn and run parallel to the advancing front for a bit before\nreversing direction and running just in front of the wave. Being out\nin the middle of the Arm with the wind in my face, the sun bright\noverhead, the Seward Highway a distant line at the base of the\nChugach Mountains, very much alive and in the moment, I often ran\nbarefoot and naked. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tIt was a\nthrill, the incoming sea, the riot of bird noise, the empty flats\nbefore me ringed by the 3000 foot peaks of the Chugach Mountains on\nthe East and the Kenai Mountains on the West. If able to I would try\nand meet the wave as far from Bird Point as possible in order to get\na longer run. And in my imagination just beyond the head of the\nincoming wave, pursuing a school of shad caught up in the tidal flow\nwould be a pod of beluga. Once or twice I would stop running and\nlet the wave overtake me, flowing around my legs and past me just\nbelow knee level. I never let it get more than a five or six feet\nbeyond me before beginning to run again quickly emerging out of the\nwave onto the exposed tidal flat which was just as quickly submerged\nbehind me. When done right the run ended just in front of Bird Point\nwith a leap up to a higher level of the tidal flats as the wave\ncrashed against the small cliff behind me and was contained in the\nlarger channel until it too was overrun an hour or so later by the\nirrepressible tide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\tIn my\nbath beneath these tiles I return to those waters both in Alaska,\nHawai’i and elsewhere. I like to think clouds are the ocean dreaming\nand that the falling rain or snow piling up outside my bath window\nwere part of a wave I rode or the water dripping from my body as I\nemerged from an early morning swim in the sea. Enveloped in the\nwarmth of the bath I feel the pulse of life that thrums through the\none planetary ocean. I wonder if there is a common ancestor shared by\nhumans and dolphins and marvel at the lack of communication between\nsuch obvious intelligent species and try to see what we as a species\nare not seeing to have no apparent point of commonality. The chaos\nof the past year suggests that as a culture we are not sailing on the\nright tack. Soaking in my own bit of ocean I try to see past the\nduality governing our time on Earth to the place where all is one,\nwhere we are not divided against ourselves and the other\nintelligences that share this planet with us, my bath time a prayer\nthat we can see our way through to such a place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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