Showing posts with label outdoors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label outdoors. Show all posts

22 May 2010

Scottish scenery

Justin and I usually focus on pictures of us. Partly, that's because we have grandmas reading this blog, and they're more interested in pictures of us than in pictures of scenery that you could find anywhere. It's also because I'm vain. In any case, I realized we had some nice scenic shots we hadn't shared. Photo credit on just about all of these goes to Justin. I'm pretty sure we haven't posted any of these before, but my apologies if it's a repeat.

Sunrise from Arthur's Seat, Edinburgh, October 2009

Snow on Holyrood Park, Edinburgh, January 2010

View from Mar's Wark, Stirling, December 2009

Mountains, possibly Trossachs, from Stirling, December 2009

Sunset from Stirling Castle, December 2009

Meadows park, Edinburgh, May 2010.


Highlands, September '09

Rainbow over Inverness, September '09


Edinburgh Old Town from Calton Hill, August '09


Sunset on Arthur's Seat, May 2010 (Photo credit - friend Anne Marie)

Hope you enjoyed!

29 March 2010

Toad Patrol!

Yesterday, on my morning stroll through Holyrood Park (which took place an hour later than planned, thanks to British Summer Time), I came across the Toad Patrol.
(Not shown: torches, pitchforks.)

The Toad Patrol is a weekend gathering of local children and parents who help the park rangers clear the roads before opening them in the morning.

You see, every spring, the toads around Holyrood Park leave the woods they've been hibernating in and migrate to one of the park's lochs to mate, with Dunaspsie Loch, about halfway up the hillside, being the most popular for toady trysts. So every morning, the rangers close the park roads and sweep the park, picking up any toads on the roads and dropping them in the loch.

Kids who come out to help on the weekends get a free science lesson, some exercise, and even a snack. Some might even get to touch a toad! Though I didn't see any toads out yesterday, and I don't blame them--it was very windy and pretty cold.

In any case, the Toad Patrol served as a great reminder of what a unique natural resource Holyrood Park is. The toads are only one of the unusual species inhabiting the park: so cool to have a biology lab, a geology exhibit, and a natural playground all in one, right in the middle of the city!

28 February 2010

Ski Scotland? You Bet!


So yesterday, I took a day trip with the Edinburgh University Snow Sports Club to Glencoe, one of Scotland's five ski areas.

The Glencoe ski area is located on a peak bordering Rannoch Moor, just outside Glen Coe proper. The area is understandably more famous for its hiking (and its massacre) than its skiing. But this weekend, the Glencoe ski area had more fresh snow than anywhere in Europe--and as you can see, the avalanche risk was high.

(In fact, there was an avalanche in an uncontrolled area on the peak--we saw the rescue helicopter come in. Both skiers involved survived. I stuck to the controlled areas, thank you very much!)

Overall, I would rate the experience of skiing in Scotland as odd, but intriguing. First, I had never known there were parts of Scotland that looked like this.
That's just below the peak, looking across at Glen Coe proper, Glen Nevis, and Ben Nevis (the highest mountain in the British Isles) in the background. If, before yesterday, you had shown me that photo and told me it was Colorado, I would have believed you. You see, the tree line in Scotland is much lower than elsewhere, which makes everything look like it's at a much higher altitude than it really is. There are a number of reasons for this--wind; the high latitude, which makes the valleys that much darker and colder in the winter; prehistoric deforestation, which caused soil erosion and removed the woods that acted as windbreaks (for those curious about climate change, look no further than Scotland for evidence of one of the world's earliest man-made ecological disasters).

But the eye is also tricked in the photos above by problems of scale. It looks like Colorado, on the slope as well as off, but everything's actually a little bit smaller. Very disorienting.

Unfortunately, these scale problems apply to the snow, as well. Despite its being one of the snowiest winters on record here in the UK, there simply wasn't all that much of it on the slopes. It certainly wasn't enough to make up for the lack of snow-making and grooming equipment: you'd frequently find yourself in knee-deep snow one minute, then dodging bare spots the next. It's no wonder Glencoe has a reputation for being kind of dangerous!

You can see it in these two photos: tons of snow, but bare spots visible even from the bottom of the hill.
The lift system was also . . . vintage. Glencoe has two chairlifts--one two-seater access chair from the valley floor to the plateau, one one-seater from the plateau halfway up the remainder of the peak. The rest of the lifts are poma lifts or t-bars, which in my experience are almost entirely extinct in North America. These lifts basically hook in behind you so you can hold on as they drag you up the hill. They're exhausting: not only do your arms tire out from all the clinging-for-dear-life, they also mean you spend every minute of your time on the slopes on your feet, so you never get to rest your legs.

All of this is a bit strange to me, because there's not much keeping the Glencoe hill from being a great (and challenging!) little ski area. The same goes for Scottish skiing in general: Scotland definitely has a wealth of skiable terrain, plus enough snow and enough cold weather to support a New-England-style resort (ie, mostly groomed trails on largely man-made snow), with the added wrinkle of being entirely above the tree line.

So why isn't there more skiing in Scotland? Part of it has to do with location: the Scottish Highlands are tough to get to in the winter, even from the Scottish Lowlands. For most people in the UK, it's easier to hop on a plane to France and ski the French Alps. As a result, the Scottish resorts have to keep things cheap to attract skiers--but because of the lack of infrastructure in the Highlands, most basic goods and services are more expensive in the Highlands than in the Alps. This is probably part of the reason why all the facilities at Glencoe date from the 70s.

The same geographical concerns that keep UK skiers out of the Highlands also discourage European skiers. But here the problem is worse: Scottish skiing can't undersell Poland and Bulgaria, and isn't any easier to get to for most Europeans. The unpredictability of the weather in the Highlands is also a problem--without artificial snow-making and extensive grooming, the Scottish resorts are frequently closed for long stretches of the season (though this year they've more commonly had to close because of too much snow blocking the roads).

Finally, environmental concerns also limit Scottish skiing. Take another look at that picture from above:

There simply aren't a lot of places in the UK that look like that, so most of them have been protected since the 1970s. I'm not complaining: in Colorado or in the Alps, you can afford to defile a few pretty alpine valleys with massive ski resorts. Here, not so much--and especially because the lack of forestation makes erosion that much more of a problem.

Anyway--that's my Scottish skiing rant. As for the skiing itself, yesterday was a very satisfying day. Certainly better than the alternative, which was not skiing at all this year. And I was completely blown away by just how incredibly beautiful that stretch of the country is in the winter, which is something I might not have known if I hadn't ventured out to Glencoe. But on the whole, Scottish skiing doesn't seem very beginner-friendly--or generally user-friendly for that matter, and I can't really blame British skiers for dashing off to Europe for their fix!

Plus, now I can say I've skied in Scotland.

11 September 2009

Sightseeing in Edinburgh: Arthur's Seat & Holyrood Park

The day before our excursion to Inverness and the Highlands (more on that later), I took what looks to be the first of several long strolls up Arthur's Seat and around Holyrood Park.

Arthur's Seat is the highest of a number of weathered old volcanoes dotting the cityscape (including the Castle Rock and Calton Hill).

It's also by far the wildest. Holyrood Park, which includes the royal palace of Holyroodhouse as well as the glens, mounds, and crags surrounding Arthur's Seat, is a surprisingly untamed little landscape--though it, like most hills, was overrun by Germans, even on a cool, blustery day.

From the couch in our living room, it takes about 40 minutes to reach the summit, if you take the direct route and don't stop for a break. I estimate it would take about an hour to go around and up the gentler east slope at a similarly brisk pace.

 
A view of the summit from the low glen to the southwest.
The peak isn't the only point of interest in the park, though. The flanks of Arthur's Seat are home to several scenic glens, three lochs, some dizzying cliffs, and even a ruined medieval chapel.
 
Looking down a glen towards St. Anthony's Chapel, with St. Margaret's Loch behind.

 
The view down the gentle eastern slope towards Duddingston Loch, with the Duddingston and Portobello neighborhoods in the background.


The obligatory heather, which I would see plenty more of in the following days . . .


A view towards the summit from St. Anthony's Chapel.


The ruins of St. Anthony's Chapel (15th century).

06 September 2009

Sightseeing in Edinburgh: The Royal Botanical Gardens

Yesterday, Nana and I took the number 8 out to the Royal Botanical Gardens, on the north side of town. Despite the rather blustery weather, and a ludicrously puffed-up art exhibit consisting entirely of lacquered boxes in empty, whitewashed rooms, it made for an entirely pleasant--and free!--excursion.

The photos below, I think, will speak for themselves.

 
  
  
No, Nana. We're not in Asia anymore!
(This was part of an exhibit showcasing the mountain ecology of southern China.)


  
 
 
  
  
  
  
  
  
Take that!
(Coming soon: Nana and the GIANT HEDGE.)