50% throttle yielded a speed of 47 mph. A second set of test runs demonstrated ascents of black diamond rated slopes. More details to follow at http://www.troyhartman.com .
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Free-ride skier Sage Cattabriga-Alosa and big mountain snowboarder Lucas Debari step out of their elements and make an attempt to climb, ski and snowboard Denali. Sage and Lucas get a helping hand from a huge cast of seasoned and professional climbers and ski mountaineers from the North Face Athlete Team, including Hilaree O'Neill, Conrad Anker, Ingrid Backstrom, Jim Zellers, Emilio Previtali and Giulia Monego, as the two embark on the hardest expedition of their lives.
a CAMP 4 COLLECTIVE production
Director : Jimmy Chin
Cinematographers : Jimmy Chin, Matt Irving, Adam Clark
Editor: Renan Ozturk
Motion Graphics: Barry Thompson, Eric Bucy, Marty Blumen
Additional Media: Teton Gravity Research, Absinthe Films, Colby Coombs, Renan Ozturk
Color: Anson Fogel
music in order of appearance:
Philip Sheppard
Song: Night Vision
PhilipSheppard.com
Yppah
Song: Never Mess With Sunday
Myspace.com/Yppah
Sun Wukong Project
Song: Clear Puzzles in Mjet
TheSunWukong.com
Ammoncontact
Song: Like Waves Of The Sea
NinjaTune.net/Artist/Ammoncontact
Philip Sheppard
Song: The Valley
PhilipSheppard.com
The Damn Sons
Song: Who Wants More
DamnSons.com
CatacombKid
Song: Digital Cliffs
CatacombKid.com
CatacombKid
Song: Water
CatacombKid.com
Amon Tobin
Song: Bloodstone
AmonTobin.com
Ape School
My Intention (Yppah Remix Instrumental)
NinjaTune.net/Artist/Ape-School
Fink
Song: Yesterday Was Hard On All Of Us
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Ueli Steck's solo ascent of Eiger's north face in 2 hours and 47 minutes: a speed record |
Skiing in the Indian Himalayas
Goodness gracious ski
Arctic conditions (indoors), avalanche danger, no pistes and the total absence of après as we know it didn’t stop James Wallman getting high in the Indian Himalayas.
The Hotel Royal Park in India’s premier ski resort, Gulmarg, at the southern edge of the Himalayas, did indeed have central heating. But for the whole of the five days I was there, as snow fell and winds howled outside, they didn’t switch it on once. No one would tell me why. They just stood there, wearing woolly hats and wrapped up in rugs indoors, and smiled awkwardly. By way of compensation, the hotel’s one gas heater was continually wheeled about in my wake, from reception to room to dining room. But it was still see-your-breath cold indoors. To dinner I wore full ski kit including hat and one glove – on the non-fork-holding hand – and bedtime demanded an extra layer.
None of the other guests seemed to mind. Like the staff, they wandered about in rugs and woolly hats. Amid the elaborate Kashmiri carpets, wood carvings and steaming tureens of fantastic curries, this Himalayan Fawlty Towers looked like a swanky refugee camp.
A second Indian gift was the ‘wonderful mountain view from your room, Mr James,’ which the manager promised me, beaming from beneath his woolly hat. He wasn’t wrong, exactly. Outside, all around were snow-covered Himalayan peaks. But between them and my view was the local brand of double-glazing, a murky sheet of polythene. Which I set fire to one night. Not out of frustration with the lack of a view, of course, nor even to keep warm. I’d just borrowed the hotel’s only working heat source to dry out my very sodden ski kit, forgetting that gas heaters and plastic sheeting are an even worse combination than my feet and wet ski socks in the morning.
Along with the central heating, avalanche transceivers (those little mobile devices that help rescuers find you when you’re trapped under ten tonnes of snow) were also guaranteed. ‘Yes, there will be transceivers. No need to worry, Mr James,’ Mohammad had told me, in the sort of reassuring tone a farmer uses when coaxing a lamb to the slaughterhouse. And so, on my first lift ride with my ski guide – a padded-out, middle-aged Borat-a-like who wished to be known only as Mr Dar – I looked down over a 350m avalanche scar and asked about the transceivers. Mr Dar twitched his bushy black ‘tache and smiled at me. Clearly, there were none. Still, at least I had the locals’ goodwill on my side: ‘I hope that while you’re here you won’t face any turmoil,’ the local tourism officer Rashid had said to me reassuringly. ‘No bombing, no hand grenade or any attack.’
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