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11.13.2005

Weekend Update

We've had a nice couple of hikes in the last few days- we are still periodically going up the Ravine Trail that is just around the corner from us, although recent snow has rendered the trail surface a little icy and makes the descent slow going. On Friday, we headed out to Lolo and planned on poking around the trailhead for Lolo Peak. It turns out that the trailhead is over eight miles up a one-lane dirt road off Route 12 in Lolo, and that the dirt road was also pretty icy. Despite four wheel drive and studded snow tires, I shuddered at the possibility of going off the road (no guardrails or boulders) on the way back down. Instead, we hiked about four miles of the access road, then turned around and went back. We were passed by a few cars on the way up. First, there was a smoke-belching diesel dump-body pickup with a couple of high school aged guys in it. Later, a Jeep like our own from Michigan with a load of UMT students, and finally, a man and his son or grandson who were headed up to go hunting. They stopped to chat and the old man warned us that we were "really taking our chances" by hiking during hunting season with only blaze orange hats on. I'd rather not debate the safety level a blaze orange hat carries, but I am a little intrigued by the hunting debate. We seem to hear from hunters every year that the sport is safe, everybody has to go through a hunter's safety course, good hunters triple-check their target (including whether or not it is human) etc. Yet, these same folks are pretty sure we'll get shot for "looking like a deer" if we aren't decked out in neon orange from head to toe during hunting season. Hmm. We also took in a bunch of films over the weekend, first, the Warren Miller film for the year, Higher Ground, and then, about ten different outdoor films at the Banff Film Festival show in Missoula. Higher Ground was decent, but theis is the first film where Miller's voice as narrator was almost entirely missing, and it left a big hole. The skiing scenes were all pretty good, but it seemed like the film had more product plugs, fewer locations, and a lower budget overall. I do know this is the first year they shot in HD, so maybe a lot of money was spent there that normally goes for plane tickets around the world. The various films at the Banff show were picked from the winners at the festival and ranged from a film about two aged french brothers eking out an existence at their near-abandoned family farm to kayaking in Scotland, skydiving in Farance and mountain biking in British Columbia. I enjoyed a satire film by Carol Black about the "Lost People of Mountain Village," which poked fun at an ostentatious preplanned mountain community in Telluride, Colorado. I'm not one of those who resents wealthy people for their wealth but I am always up for making fun of people who use their wealth to build ugly faux-swiss houses with cowboy boot chandeliers in the middle of the Colorado mountains. A final note to the people of Missoula, who sat all around me at the theaters and watched these fine films with me. Bathe. Please. Two dirtbag guys sitting next to us at Higher Ground not only talked through the whole movie in this sort of twangy California surfer drawl, but also stunk to high heaven of body odor and unwashed funk. Then, at the Banff films, the guys behind us stunk similarly but added to this with periodic burping and flatulance. I had to sit uncomfortably forward in my seat to get away from the smell. Being dirty is not a political statement. Kate and I both felt we needed showers and antibiotics after attending the films.