Posted at 01:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
It seems like there should be some sort of dramatic ending to this adventure, some moment where the sun bursts through the clouds, people cheer, a tear rolls down my cheek. In the end, though, I sat on the tractor, fired it up and just sort of stared as the PTO drive began spinning the pulley, which spun the tire, which drove the rope up 275' of Yoshi Mountain. And it kept going, no rope jumping off the rails, and none of the other three dozen little problems solved along the way reared up again to send me back to the garage with my tail tucked.
It looks ridiculously simple (and perhaps a bit ridiculous as well). And you stare at it and go 'duh', anyone could have figured it out. I'll have to politely disagree, and the people I used as sounding boards (my dad especially, and one stellar guy on a rope tow forum) would back me up. Let's just say that after 20 trips to Tractor Supply, they know me by name.
Yoshi Mountain is open for business (and by business I mean my family and whatever friends promise not to sue me...everyone else can just bring a camcorder to collect evidence). Oh, I have some more tinkering to do, and a few nagging problems to work out. But when the first snow flies, it'll be ready to fire up. Let it snow!
Next project: Yoshi Mountain trail map.
Posted at 06:51 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
No more planning, it's time to build.
After a two hour foray to Lowes (where the hardware lady thought I was nuts) and Tractor Supply (motto: Please Wear Pants), I began building the components that will power the Yoshi Mountain rope tow (naming rights still available). It's a fairly simple contraption once you break it down, but it's taken an insane amount of planning, sketching, rejecting and re-engineering to get to something that I think will work.
Posted at 05:43 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
Riley and I walked Yoshi Mountain today, doing some final calculations. Total distance, 270 feet. Which requires 540 feet of rope, plus 15 feet for the vertical rise on the return and 3 feet for the circumference of the bullwheel (or, as it's more commonly known, the tractor tire), for a total of 558 feet. Where, mind you, would someone find such an enormous amount of rope suitable for a rope tow? eBay of course, for the low low price of $150 delivered to my doorstep. I've worked out the required materials now, and all that's left is a shopping list, learning to splice rope, and a solid day of setup. I've spent way too much time thinking about this, there can be no doubt. But with Ri by my side, we marched off the measurements and I saw the dawning excitement in his face.
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10 new inches of snow made for an excellent base, much improved with the arrival of the neighbor kids and their sleds. Their inability to stop before the creek is a bit of a worry, but they seemed to do OK, and their big, flat sleds turned a semi-crusty surface into a perfectly groomed packed powder. I took about a dozen runs, and each was better than the last. Every time I was just about to quit, I yearned for one more, and up I went.
Posted at 02:07 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
Ready for spring. Ready in a very big way. But here's one last look at the beauty of winter. Kylen and I went to investigate the creek behind the house for the first time, and Trudy came along.
And I finally got this scanned. Riley at Seven Springs this year. About four hours before his legs turned to spaghetti.
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I need to be in Seattle all week for business, so decided to sneak in a day early and spend Sunday on the slopes. I hit Crystal Mountain on the advice of someone I work with, and was not disappointed. What a phenomenal place...as much hard terrain as you want, plenty of steeps nice bumps and great variation during runs. And to cap it off, every lift up you get smacked in the face with a spectacular view of Mt. Rainier.
I demoed a pair of Rossignols, since Southwest kindly sent my suitcase (crushed) with my gear, but not my skis. They were a ton of fun and just loved to carve turns, especially in steeper stuff which gave me more confidence to ski aggressively. At least until my legs gave in, which didn't take long. I'd started with Salomons, but they were just deadly...I've never been on skis so opposed to turning. They must have liked the base lodge, because they just wanted to go straight downhill.
The season's probably over for me, but I was psyched to get in a spring-like day at a fabulous mountain i'd probably never have skied otherwise. It was 40 and sunny. I peeled down to just my base layer, open jacket and no hat and still was too hot.
Now to a week of work, but with my batteries fully charged.
Posted at 07:58 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
It just keeps coming down today, at least four inches of new. But it's pretty sticky. I took a run and never really got going, which for a 200' run is about as much fun as sitting in your living room. Check that...it's way more fun.
These shots don't give the true flavor. For instance, you can't see Unionville Road at the top. I'm fairly sure i've never stood at the summit of--well, anywhere--and had a snowplow spray me with gray mushy snow.
Posted at 02:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
I got inspired to build a rope tow after reading an article in Ski Magazine about backyard skiing. The hills they profile are worlds more exciting than mine, but at the heart it's the same idea. Get me up so I can go back down. Vertical is wonderful...who doesn't dream of carving a hundred turns, stopping and seeing the lift still far below you? But carving five turns is still carving, and a short 30 seconds to do it all again--with the added benefit of improving those biceps--is still skiing. In reality, it's probably skiing in its purest form, back to days when a tractor and a rope where the only game in town...the initial spark that got people excited and led, in a wandering way, to the X-Games.
I started digging online for rope tows, and how the heck to build one, and came across this priceless gem. Heck, it probably works, but it's the description that's worth the trip. The video of their system in practice is even better...it looks like a VHS dub of an old Warren Miller film. Buying a purpose-built rope tow holds exactly zero appeal right now (I may change my mind when I eventually fire this up only to watch my tractor roll instantly down the hill and into the creek).
It does give me hope, however, that Yoshi (the tractor, not the mountain) will be enough to power this system.
I'll need to visit the tractor store and have a conversation, and I have a fear that whatever the drive system is for the PTO (I know how to start it, not fix it) may need to be rebuilt, since the time I accidentally turned it on, it leaked a ton of oil. But I was also cutting the grass at the time, so maybe I just screwed something up.
Posted at 06:40 AM | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
Maybe I just haven't lived until now. I've been lucky enough to get to ski almost every year out west. We've hit all the great resorts. We've skied steeps, bumps, powder to our waist (one glorious day), blue sky days and whiteouts. I'm no pro...I'm finally content in my ability to get from top to bottom and let the kids with the twin tips fly past me forwards and backwards.
I've literally whooped for joy at the feeling of just cruising and looking out at forever, with mountains.
But I never had quite the same feeling as skiing down the 75 vertical feet that is my front yard. Carving four or five quick turns, over small contours, steep enough to want to turn, but shallow enough to never really need to. I launched from a foot beside the road, feeling for all the world like an idiot standing there in jeans and skis, but too out of breath from the walk up to really care. There's a small little headwall launch to start you out right, then around the big oak, and into the open undulations on the way down, ending a few feet from the creek that reminds you there is no runout (and prevents this from being the world's best sledding hill).
I wasn't sure what to expect...more just a feeling of "OK, did that once, now it's out of my system." Instead I was overwhelmed by a desire to be at the top again to try another line. I hiked back up. The second run was more fun than the first...I'd buckled up the boots for real, and knew how the snow would feel underfoot.
I stood at the bottom again knowing I wouldn't hike it. But boy, if there was a rope tow, I'd be making laps like a madman.
Summer project is now in place. My hope is that with a little engineering and enough snow, Yoshi Mountain will open next season. What better place for kids to learn than their own front yard? (We'll just call it Yoshi Mountain until Riley's need to name everything yoshi subsides). The tractor (also called yoshi) has a PTO drive to power auxiliary equipment. Should be just enough power for a flywheel. The engineering at the top might be trickier, but I've sketched it out. You need to keep enough tension on the rope so it doesn't just slip on the wheel, and since a rope stretches and people on and off change the weight, I figure it needs a counterweight that can adjust, so I'll mount that at the top, and use the drive system at the bottom.
600' of rope should do it.
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