Posted by Alec LaLonde
Wed, 12 Mar 2008 22:56:00 GMT
I have been fortunate today to stumble across a few fantasticarticles today concerning a variety of subjects. All were inspiring, but none to the extent of Kathy Sierra's blog post on how to become an expert in anything.
The first graph really sums it up nicely, and while I'm definitely not the drop-out type I seem to always stagnate in the amateur zone. While there are many things I am quite good at, very few of them I would call myself an expert in.
Two personal hobbies came to mind immediately while absorbing the article: Programming and playing guitar. Constantly working on the small things really is the key to becoming kick-ass, and all it takes is dedication. I have always been motivated to play guitar, but 'practicing' for me is usually just learning someone else's song or improvising along with something. I could sit down and learn scales, memorize chord positions up and down the neck, and practice double-picking to be able to play 14 notes a second, but I don't, because it's boring. However, I know exactly what I need to work on to reach that next level, it's just a matter of enduring some struggling to get there.
You already know your strengths and weaknesses. Change your course of action to become awesome.
Posted by Alec LaLonde
Wed, 05 Mar 2008 05:30:00 GMT
A rather unfortunate yet hilarious thing happened to me yesterday evening. It was a typical Monday night; I was walking from work to the TRAX station at Gallivan plaza to take the light rail home. I have gotten into the habit of calling people after work to make the half-hour wait/ride/walk a little less painful, and was this time chatting with an old buddy from college. It just happened that I was a few minutes late for the 6:21 train and saw it approach the station as I turned the corner. Figuring I had missed it, I kept strolling along to the station. When I got closer the train wasn't moving yet, so I jogged over to try and jump on before it took off.
Mind you, I'm still a gimp, and had one arm snugly tucked in a sling beneath my coat while the other held my phone. As I've done many times before, I went to cradle the phone with my (good) shoulder while I pushed the button on the train to open the door. This time, though, I was a bit hasty; my phone careened off my shoulder, bounced off the curb of the train platform, and skidded to a rest directly beneath the train's wheel. Wtf? I thought, peering down at my still open phone lying benignly on the rail. A dude about my age happened to be standing there laughing, "Oh man you couldn't have dropped that in a worse place! Don't reach under there bro!" This was immediately after considering reaching under there quickly and nabbing it, or at least moving it from the rail. Then I pictured the train taking off with my arm attached and thought better of it. "Get a stick or something, dude!" Already I was chuckling at the sheer absurdity of the situation, but decided that the only safe option was to try and hold up the train. So I took off in a sprint towards the front of the train to try and wave the conductor down. Of course, right when I approached the cab the thousand-ton electronics compactor begin to move, barreling down the street leaving a trail of dust and transistors.
Immediately I knew my phone was toast and pictured in my mind the mangled piece of silicon and plastic I had recently been using to have a pleasant conversation. I walked back sheepishly to where the dude had been watching the whole debacle and saw him standing there holding it.
"I used to work at a cell phone retail store, and there's no fixing that!" he managed to get out in between fits of laughter. I accepted my $250 communications device-turned-paperweight with a chuckle.
"Yyyeaaa," I agreed without inflection.
"Hahaha, sorry man it's not that funny!"
"Actually, it's pretty funny," I remarked frankly before turning around to catch a train going the other direction to the nearest Verizon store.
Luckily, my old phone is still intact and seems to work fine. The only issues were the battery, which I replaced today, and some missing contacts, which were re-synced using Verizon's excellent Backup Assistant program.
Like all my deceased personal electronics, the freak show of a phone has made its way to the wall of my bedroom. Oh well.
Posted by Alec LaLonde
Sat, 01 Mar 2008 19:56:00 GMT
Well it's been over three weeks since my accident. How am I doing? Alright I guess, my life has taken a turn for the boring but it isn't really all that different. Let's go through the upsides and downsides:
I broke my collarbone! Yeeeeeeee-haaa!!!
Plenty of time to watch movies. I'm catching up on about three years of movies I've been wanting to see. Blockbuster has never loved me more.
I've been doing tons of cooking, and discovered some awesome recipes. It's a bit of a struggle but at least I'm eating well.
Finishing old projects. As I'm writing this I'm converting all my old typepad photos over to my new photos site. It's kind of boring but needs to be done.
Booze! I've been buying a ton of wine to complement my cooking, and because I love it!
Getting back in aerobic shape. I've been snowshoeing every weekend and my legs are really feeling it.
Alec, what the hell did you do?
A near-useless right arm. I can type with it, but that's about it. I won't get into details (there are soooo many), but life sucks when you have one arm.
Not climbing, skiing, or playing guitar. These activities took up just about all of my leisure time, and they're all wicked fun. Unfortunately this trumps every bullet point combined in the other section. Bleh.
Driving is a pain in the ass. Shifting with your left hand sucks. However, this is forcing me to take TRAX to work, which is cool.
So yeah, that's what I've been up to. I will be making a few changes to the blog in the near future, so stay tuned...
Posted by Alec LaLonde
Tue, 12 Feb 2008 06:05:00 GMT
Edit: updated to work in the Devil's browser (commonly known as Internet Explorer)
I went touring (backcountry skiing) with a buddy a couple weeks ago and he took some interesting photos of one of my descents. Not content to just let them sit on a server somewhere, I moved them over to my site (and captioned them appropriately). Enjoy!
Posted by Alec LaLonde
Sat, 09 Feb 2008 21:37:00 GMT
On Wednesday night my (miraculous) streak of no major injuries came to an end. I was skiing up at Brighton as I do every week but was having an especially good night, powering through the moguls and stomping 180s and boxes with ease. Perhaps this put me in an elevated state of perceived immortality, who knows, but a few largish jumps in the uppermost terrain park crushed this state of mind like molars on Rice Krispies.
I have never landed a 360 before; indeed, it was one of my goals for the ski season. These jumps seemed like a great opportunity to practice, so I did. My main issue with 360s is the terrifying feeling of careening through the air, blind if just for a second as you rotate around. On the first attempt I lost my momentum about halfway through and landed awkwardly on one ski at about 270°. The other ski popped and I thought, well, that wasn't so bad, I just need more speed to rotate that last 90. So the next time I went I still didn't have enough momentum and instead landed a solid 180 at high speed, my ballsiest successful spin yet. It felt good, so I reassured myself that I wasn't going to wuss out the next time and just go for it. So I came down, skiied over the first roller and set myself up for the spin on the next roller (a jump without much of a lip, these just cut sharply down on the other side with the landing steep and much below the lip). However I started to spin a split-second too early and caught my right edge on the top of the lip. Since I had so much speed it jutted me sideways and I went careening through the air, Superman-style but sideways. I can't remember exactly what was going through my head at this time but I feel like I was still pretty relaxed somehow. I distinctly remember landing on an outstretched arm way down at the bottom of the landing, at least eight feet below the jump's lip. My outstretched arm, shoulder and head (with helmet) impacted on the icy landing and I got the ol' white flash for a split second on contact. I immediately popped back up (somehow) and literally threw my skis out of the way of the landing, furiously. What the HELL was that, Alec? was the gist of what was going through my head. At this point nothing seemed wrong (I was still in shock I guess). I put my skis back on and continued down the hill.
Various thoughts flashed through my head as I skiied to the bottom on gentle slopes, mostly revolving around not being able to ski or climb again for a long time, but also on the pain associated with a broken bone fragment poking up into your shoulder. Having never broken anything before, my thought process went something like this:
I hate to waste the rest of this run, maybe I'll traverse and hit that sweet box over there!
On second thought, this kinda hurts, I should probably head straight down to the medical office...
Yeah that definitely hurts, I think I might have broken something...
Shit, I don't think I'll be skiing for a little while...
Wow, that really hurts, is that my collarbone I can feel sticking up out of there? Uh-oh...
Well, so much for that climbing trip down to the desert this weekend...
Yes, it entered my mind to hit a box or two immediately after snapping my clavicle in two...my body's natural defense mechanism turned that idea around pretty quickly...
I popped off my skis at the bottom, wandering around the medical office until an elderly woman greeted me with an "uh oh, looks like you're carrying your arm there." I replied sheepishly, "Yeah I think I broke my collarbone" while holding my right arm as if it were about to fall off.
The next few minutes involved me sitting in a chair answering questions while the room turned a milky, spinning white. "Uhh I'm getting a bit lightheaded," I uttered before finding myself on a hospital bed concentrating on my breathing. I never fainted but came as close as I ever have. During this time I called a friend and he graciously dropped everything (probably a plastic Rock Band guitar) to come with a friend and pick up myself and my car. (Man, I owe you guys. Cam and Chris, thanks so much again.)
The rest of the night wasn't all that interesting, I went to the ER and they took X-rays and referred me to an Orthopedic Surgeon. More on this later, I don't want to needlessly freak anyone out with speculation when my appointment isn't til Monday afternoon. And that's that for now, there's a lot more to say but typing with one hand is agonizingly slow.
Posted by Alec LaLonde
Mon, 28 Jan 2008 06:15:00 GMT
I get the feeling more and more that Salt Lake City is the center of climbing for the entire country. This is so awesome. The other day I was chatting with a buddy at Momentum right before getting on some routes and noticed someone familiar out of the corner of my eye. Is that?! No, it can't be. Wait, yeah, that's Dave Graham! For those of you unfamiliar with the climbing world, Dave is one of the most famous American climbers in the world, with ticks of both 5.15a and V15. In short, he's mutantly strong, inarguably one of the best climbers in the world. The best part: he's as skinny as I am. Gives me hope!
Yesterday I went back down to the gym to do a bit of bouldering before checking out the Comp that was going to go down at 5. It was pretty cool, especially cuz all these world-class climbers were messing around in my home gym! Chris Sharma, Graham, and Joe Kinder all made appearances with Sharma coming out on top with a dramatic finish. He doesn't even compete that much anymore but seems to like Salt Lake quite a bit, with a previous win at the bouldering competition in August. I wish I had taken some pictures but I forgot the camera for my battery. Err, that sounds kinda creepy but you know what I mean.
So the comp was cool, not as cool as the Ouray Ice Fest but still pretty rad. You can't really compare the locales, Ouray is stunningly beautiful while Momentum is, well, a gym. It's a pretty good looking (and hugely comprehensive) gym, but, well, y'know.
If nothing else it got me even more psyched to keep cranking away at the gym to get stronger and stronger. I've been working out on my roommate's hangboard we installed in the stairwell and have already noticed a benefit from it. Can't wait to get back on the rock this spring!
edit: Today this feeling was reaffirmed when I ran into a group of about six pros climbing at Momentum, including Graham and Alex Puccio...
Posted by Alec LaLonde
Mon, 14 Jan 2008 06:06:00 GMT
Tons of ice climbing. World-class competition. All-you-can-drink craft beer. Cheap gear. Sound good? Then you should've been at the ice festival this past weekend in Ouray, CO. Ouray (rhymes with hooray!) is a fantastic little mountain town in the heart of the San Juan Mountains of Southwestern Colorado. Its annual festival features the premiere ice and mixed climbing competition on this side of the Atlantic. That means the best climbers in the world congregate there, some taking part in the comp and the others teaching clinics and giving slide shows.
The Competition
I rolled into town after a 4am departure from Salt Lake, plenty in time to catch the main competition. At around 10:00 I took the shuttle a half mile or so up to the Ice Park. The comp was in full swing by the time I arrived. Some highlights:
Will Mayo cruising up the mixed part only to drop an ice tool at the beginning of the suspended log section. He made some gnarly moves with one tool, though, somehow managing to make it to the bottom of the plywood board (a 42° incline mind you) before falling.
Jeff Mercier coming out of nowhere to set the bar for the rest of the comp, methodically making his way up the route before sending the final dyno to top out. Awesome stuff.
Ines Papert blazing the route only to get stuck on the last move of the board. She's pretty short and made a couple of static attempts at the top, but fell soon afterwards. She won the women's competition nonetheless.
Evgeny "Jack" Kryvosheytsev (that's a mouthful) also crusing the route but popping a tool unexpectedly on the third to last hold on the route. He was a favorite to win and ended up taking second instead.
Hot Springs
Ouray has dozens of natural hot springs in town, all of them of course have been scarfed up by various hotels. After six hours of hanging out in the cold I decided to
wander around and see if any of them would let me hang out for awhile. After a bit of inquiring I found the Wiesbaden Hotel (as if it wasn't similar enough to Austria) and promptly paid 15 bucks to soak for a bit. Holy crap was it awesome! The receptionist recommended the vapor cave so I went downstairs and opened a huge, heavy wooden door to reveal a steamy, slimy, slightly stinky room. Wtf is this? I thought before hearing some voices from beyond, deeper into the weirdest dungeon ever. Beyond another wooden door was the real deal, a 105° natural sauna with a small wading pool filled with blazingly hot spring water.
Now I have been to several hot springs both here out West and in Europe, and this took the case. I am a naturalist and the whole layout was perfect: a cave bore out of bedrock with only a few unassuming planks of wood around the outside to sit or lie on. I wish I would have taken a picture, it was so sweet.
So I hung out down there for twenty minutes or so, sweating and chatting it up with a climber couple from Denver about the comp and whatnot. Then I migrated outside to yet another natural hot spring, a swimming pool filled with the same refreshing water! It was here that I really soaked all the gloriousness in, chatting with a bunch of people from BC, Colorado and even a (preliminary) competitor from the comp.
An Orgy of Beer and Lasagna
Next up was something I had been looking forward to for awhile: An Ouray volunteer fire department benefit dinner consisting of Lasagna and all-you-can-drink beer! They even had New Belgium reps go around and fill up your cup as you waited in line for food!! Only $15 and you got all this, plus the added benefit of a room full of funny, friendly, genuinely awesome people. They are really what make the event, I had never before experienced such an awesome community.
Will Gadd, the First Class Badass
Any ice climber knows about Will Gadd, one of the preeminent luminaries in the sport and frequent dominator of the Ouray Ice competition. After the lasagna dinner he put on a slideshow chronicling his climbing life including numerous significant alpine, ice and mixed routes all over the world. He's also apparently a prolific paraglider and had some amazing footage of gliding all over the Rockies, from Boulder to Banff. Oh and the slideshow was all-you-can-drink New Belgium beer also. The know their clientele.
I hadn't gotten a hotel in time and didn't feel like shelling out 90 bucks for one, so I passed out in the car for the night. Colorado mountain towns aren't so toasty in mid-January; however I had planned for it with my dual-sleeping bag system, in which I was nice and toasty.
Sunday Clinics
Another big reason I came down to the festival was for the clinics. Climbing ice is substantially more dangerous than rock, and unlike most things I feel like I need some instruction before going at it full-on. And not only are the clinics in a great locale, but they're all taught by the premiere, sponsored climbing badasses of the day. Sunday morning was my easy/intermediate ice clinic taught by Kelly Cordes, another ice and rock strongman sponsored by several companies. His ascent of the Great Trango Tower with Josh Wharton is one of the most amazing stories I've ever read.
The clinic went well, I've gotten so much stronger since the last time I went ice climbing it was almost comical. I still need to work on my footwork but I'm feeling better and better on ice. In the afternoon I took an avalanche clinic put on my one of the guides for San Juan Mountain Guides. I already knew about half the material but the other half has definitely beneficial. Avalanches really creep me out and I do enough backcountry skiing and climbing that I need to learn as much as I can to be safe from the biggest objective hazard in the mountains. Already this winter I have learned quite a bit; I find it fascinating and am already an almost religious follower of the postings by the Utah Avalanche Center.
So if it's not already obvious, Ouray was a hell of a time and I will definitely be back next year, hopefully with people that don't back out the day before the trip (no names there)! For now I'm pretty psyched to get back on the ice!
Posted by Alec LaLonde
Tue, 08 Jan 2008 05:57:00 GMT
Well, it's been about five weeks since it started dumping snow in the mountains here in Utah. Alta got 12' in December (that's one tick mark) and January has started off with a bang with a massive storm that pounded the Sierras and Lake Tahoe area. Alta got 38" from Friday til the skies cleared Monday morning. Pretty killer stuff.
So far I've had three awesome powder days, with this past Sunday being the best. The day I flew back to NY would've been even better I think, if it hadn't been for a little debacle getting up the canyon. I tried driving up with my 2-wheel drive Acura (w/ snow tires), got pulled over and promptly sent back down the canyon. I didn't get my first run in til 11am, and only got three in total (all wicked powder runs though) before I had to jet back to Salt Lake to catch a taxi to the airport.
But let's talk about Sunday. The weather was unstable to say the least, and learning from that past experience I elected to take the bus up. Unfortunately I didn't get to the park 'n ride until 8:45 and it took two hours to get up the canyon due to a massive traffic jam (and cops checking cars for 4x4/chains undoubtedly) so my first run again wasn't til 11. However, this time it didn't matter because it snowed another 8" while I was there, from 11 to 4. Almost every run was in knee deep powder and I found numerous stashes of untracked deep stuff each time. Some steep untracked tree runs had me grinning and whooping the whole way down. I wasn't in the condition to huck cliffs due to a minor knee injury on Thursday but made the most of it anyhow. It was epic; the best ski day of my life thus far.
Best part is, it's only gonna get better -- hell, it's only January! And I hear there's another storm rolling in tomorrow night...
Posted by Alec LaLonde
Tue, 01 Jan 2008 22:52:00 GMT
Well, the holidays are about over. I'm enjoying my day off much like I enjoyed much of last week: being lazy around the house. Sunday night (the 30th) I returned from NY so it's back to real life.
New Year's this year was a bit different. I had originally planned to stick around NY, but then I realized that New Year's kinda sucks and I didn't want to take time off just to be able to celebrate it at home. However, almost none of my friends here were back from their holidays so it was looking to be a pretty lame evening. Me being me, I thought, well hell I'll just go climb a mountain to ring in the New Year. So I did.
At around 8:30 I took off for Mill Creek Canyon to hike Grandeur Peak. Since I still hadn't purchased a pair of snowshoes I had a couple options: bareboot it with the hopes of an existing tracked out trail or ski it with my touring setup. I was a little sketched out with the snow conditions and it being night at all, so I opted for the former. To be honest, I wasn't very optimistic about summiting, but a half hour into the hike it was looking pretty good.
Right past the trailhead I got a call from a friend inviting me out to a party for the night. I thought about it briefly and decided to go for the summit solo rather than spend the evening at some random party somewhere. Call me weird but I had my mind set on standing atop a 8300' peak 4000 feet above my city to ring in 2008.
I was all smiles for the first mile. A perfect snowshoe track made barebooting a breeze, and the trail's grade only forced me to kick a handful of steps in the snow. Conditions were perfect; there was no wind, it wasn't too cold, and the sky was a pristine black dotted with stars in all directions. I made good time up to a ridge at about 7500' and had my first glimpse of the Salt Lake Valley. Since it was only 11pm I figured I had underestimated myself again.
That is, until I continued on from there. The snowshoe track petered out and I was forced to follow a mountain goat track in my mountaineering boots. A quarter mile later I was panting through hip-deep snow along a mildly corniced ridgeline. The summit loomed a few hundred feet ahead so I plodded on, the hiking trail barely visible amidst the contours of the snow. By 11:30 I had reached the 'summit,' just to remember that it was just an intermediary peak and I still had another quarter mile and 600' to climb. I made a quick decision to continue on, but after trudging through waist-deep snow for about 100 yards I reneged. I would just have to make it back to the ridgeline by midnight.
A little bummed, I plunge-stepped through the snow back to the snowshoe track and made it minutes before midnight. Soon afterwards I heard little 'pops' from the valley and saw tiny dots of light, the fireworks being shot off from downtown. Happy New Year Salt Lake!
I motored back down to the trailhead in an hour and kept thinking of all those alpinists over the years, spending nights out halfway up remote, committing mountains in Alaska, Greenland, Pakistan, everywhere. The main difference: Partners. A little companionship and traded encouragement goes a long way towards maintaining a positive mental state and pushing the other to top performance. However, a quality solo adventure can be sublime.
Posted by Alec LaLonde
Sun, 02 Dec 2007 21:23:00 GMT
Yesterday I finally got to experience what I originally moved here for: a day of skiing at one of the best resorts in the world. Friday night we got about 5" of snow here in the valley and over a foot in the mountains. When I woke up yesterday morning to see a nice blanket of snow covering everything, I was beyond psyched.
Due to some necessary preparations I didn't make it up to the mountain until about noon, so all the main runs had been pretty chopped up already. Only about 1/3 of the mountain was open at that point (Two lifts actually) but it was still pretty sweet. They had a good variety of terrain open, from steep bowls to moderate groomers to hairy tree sections. People had set up a few kickers here and there, and I could already spot a few natural features that could give way to some awesome air, that is for those with a little creativity and a lot of balls.
It snowed all day which made visibility an issue due to poor contrast, but I did manage to get some fresh tracks with a little exploration into the tighter trees. Overall I got in a little over four hours of skiing. I took my fair share of spills, but that was expected on the first day of the season on such challenging terrain. What doesn't kill ya makes you stronger, eh? :)
Today I came down with a cold, otherwise I would've headed up there again. Next week Brighton should open their night skiing, though, so I'll probably head up there a few times. Man, I love winter!
