Steamboat Springs Junior National Ski jumping

Unfortunately, many people do not consider fun to be an important part of their daily agenda.  For me, that was always a high priority in whatever I was doing.

Chuck Yeager 

A few years back, after thinking about retiring, I got hooked on the ski jumping scene. I totally fell in love with it and now volunteer quite a bit at the jumps here in Anchorage. I did not know much about ski jumping at first, even though I grew up downhill skiing, racing, and took up cross-country skiing here in Alaska. Skiing has been such a wonderful sport to be involved in, and it’s not just a lifelong thing; it has so many different aspects, varieties of activities, and levels..

As I’ve gotten older, volunteering has become more common. The city has given me so much, and I feel like it’s time to give back. The skiing world seems to appreciate its volunteers, no matter how much they contribute. I truly believe that having a variety of activities makes the world a better place. Not everyone skis, but being part of a community makes it a better place. And I’m proud of the communities, whether I’m personally involved in them or not.

Ski jumping is a small, fairly specialized group, mostly with younger athletes. I’ve jumped myself, but that’s not really why I volunteer. It’s a group of parents, people, and kids who have found their place. Kids start at 5 years old and progress, sometimes going on to become national and world champions, sometimes passionate for a few years, then moving on to other activities, leaving the ski jumping word for other interests. I’ve talked to several parents who are disappointed when their kid leaves ski jumping for another community because our group is somewhat unique, welcoming, and caring. As one coach told me years ago, he doesn’t care if he has good ski jumpers (he was being dishonest), but he wanted good citizens. I’m all in.

I mainly help keeping the facility running smoothly, which means handling plumbing, electrical work, carpentry, snow conditions, hill preparation, and ensuring everyone’s safety. Gaining these skills is a real plus, as I believe lifelong learning is key. I often work in the background, which suits me just fine. I put in a lot of hours, and when the administrators offered to pay me a bit, I was happy to accept. I’m retired and don’t need the money, but I told them it would be nice, though not essential. I did stipulate that if they paid me, it had to be what I thought I was worth. Being smart people, they accepted my offer to volunteer. Ski jumping doesn’t have much money, and I haven’t seen a program in North America with enough funds. My wife, Jeanne, has volunteered and repairs and makes the small kids’ ski jump suits. Now, both of us are fully involved.

Over the years, I’ve learned a lot and still learning, although I haven’t quite figured out how to teach kids to jump, but it’s great to see them learn and improve. While the coaches will tell the kids how to improve with some minor details after each jump, when I’m asked, I usually say, “That was a good jump, next time go farther.” When I occasionally fill in for the coaches, I joke that it takes a few weeks for the real coaches to get back with the correct form.

Since ski jumping community always needs volunteers of all kinds, I’ve now jumped into the judging world! In ski jumping, a competition is all about two things: how far you jump and how well you do it. There’s a formula that gives you points for the distance you fly, which is super important. Then there are style points. Ski jumping is a sport with its own special rules about how you jump. No tricks allowed! Style is all about how you fly, land, and progress down the hill, with specific points for each part. I’ve been taking classes and traveling to learn how to judge properly over the last few years. Even though it’s a bit of a personal thing, there are really clear rules about what’s allowed and not allowed. A friend once said that any activity judged subjectively isn’t really a sport. A lot of people might disagree, but ski jumping is pretty clear about how far and how you jump with every aspect given a specific criteria. Right now, I’ve gotten certified at the national level, which is the highest I can go because of my age. Now, I can judge local competitions and even national ones!

National Championships, especially for juniors, are four-day events with lots of excitement. The athletes are the stars, and the venues make sure they have a great competition and a good time. Parents come to watch, and there are often fun activities for them too. There are opening ceremonies, different competitions (individual and team), a bracketed elimination, and a closing ceremony. My job was one of five judges who judged style, while others measured the distance. For many this is the first time on the national stage. Plus, there are lots of people behind the scenes who keep the hills in top shape for a national championship.

Steamboat Springs is a charming town in northern Colorado, known for its history in ranching and skiing. When I was in college in Colorado, our team often traveled to races in Colorado Springs. It always seemed like a nice place, not as fancy as some other spots. We always stayed at the Rabbit Ears Motel, and I’ve stayed there many times since—Great Divide Bike rides, other ski jumping events, and a great place. Like anywhere, it’s changing and has changed a lot, and people are still debating whether it’s good or bad. It’s just growing and evolving.

Flying into Hayden where is the snow
J. R. outside Rabbit Ears Motel
Crossing the Yampa River

Steamboat Springs has a big ski resort, but there’s also a smaller community skiing hill with training facilities for ski racing, mogul skiing, tricks, sledding, and a jump facility with ski jumps of 10, 30, 40, 75, 90, and 120 meters, though some are not being maintained right now. Howelsen Hill, started in 1915 by a Norwegian immigrant, is the first and longest-running ski area in the United States. The Rabbit Ears Motel and downtown are just a 1 km walk away with a great trail along the Yampa River.

This year, the weather in the western United States hasn’t been great for skiing. Many areas had their worst snow year in decades, including Steamboat Springs. The hill crew put in countless hours to keep and maintain the jump for the competition. Somehow, through magic and incredibly long hours, they pulled it off. Maybe a few standards had to be lowered to hold the competition, but the officials certified the jump as OK, and the competition went on, despite ice, wind, warm, and cold.

Howelsen Hill
Preparing to march into opening ceremony
Howelsen Hill with torch Ali Hall Photo
Howelsen Hill
Walking up (the magic carpet was not working at 7:30 am)
Judges stand 40 and 75 meter jumps
Judges and jury working Ali Hall Photo
Judges lookout steamboat
Waiting their turn Ali Hall Photo
75 meter hill jump and judges stand with 40 meter in-between Ali Hall Photo
Flying Ali Hall Photo
Crossing the knoll Ali Hall photo
Flying high Ali Hall photo
Flower Ceremony

The sport is inclusive and very helpful when needed. When a binding or clothing item, or some equipment didn’t work, teams helped each other create a friendly atmosphere. 

And ski jumping has two variations. One is just the ski jumping the other is nordic combined, which utilizes both ski jumping and cross country ski racing into one combined sport. Folks will ski jump then cross country race according to how well they do jumping. The first one across the finish line at cross country wins the event. The nordic combined can be quite exciting.

Cross Country Venue
Cross country area
Cheerleading Ali Hall Photo
congratulations Ali Hall Photo
more racing Ali Hall Photo
A fun event Ali Hall Photo
Closing Ceremony and medals

Then there was the return home. I have come to the conclusion that traveling 18 continuous hours is too much for me. I arrived for the shuttle at the motel, went to airport, flew to Denver, layover for 3 hours, fly to Seattle layover for 1.5 hours and fly to Anchorage where my baggage did not arrive with me, and fell into bed 18 hours after arriving for the shuttle.

I had to fly United airlines out of Hayden airport at Steamboat Springs and reclaim my baggage in Denver then recheck in with Alaska Airlines. The attendant at Hayden airport worked some sort of miracle and managed to check my baggage between airlines, so I would not have to leave airport and return going through the long security lines. Thank you United airlines clerk. But alas baggage did not make it to Anchorage until it was delivered to our house yesterday evening 19 hours after my arrival in Anchorage. Delayed me having to do laundry for a bit.

Wisconsin

Thinking is difficult, that is why most people judge.

Karl Jung

Traveling is always an iffy business. Generally, animals face their highest risks while traveling on migration. And I feel much the same when traveling. Things do not always go as expected. From Carson City, and a wonderful visit with friends there, we went to Reno to fly to Chicago. Unfortunately, Alaska Airlines’ flight was delayed 3 hours, which put us into Seattle at the same time our plane to Chicago took off. In their generosity, AlaskaAir was going to rebook us to Chicago, arriving at 5:30 a.m. That sort of voided the hotel, which was already paid for and meant no sleep for the baseball game. Jeanne is a Sapphire, Gold member with Alaska Airlines and got on the phone. Using her sugar and spice attitude, she managed to rearrange us on American Airlines to Phoenix and onto Chicago, arriving at the same time as the first flight.

This trip started with Maralyns invitation, in May, to go to Frenchglen. Then my cousin, Tom, visited us this past summer, and said we should come to his cabin on Pine Lake in wisconsin. He sweetened the offer with a baseball game at Wrigley Field. From there the trip progressed to include visitations of various friends and relatives scattered in the area. Seems we know a fair number of people, whom we keep in contact with.

Arrived Chicago, Friday at 12:30 am, train to hotel, and my cousin Tom picked us up at 11 am. We had lunch and onto the baseball game. Chicago Cubs vs the St.Louis Cardinals, an old rivalry. I had been to one professional game in my life in 1991, but had to leave due to an illness. I was excited.

Wrigley Field Chicago Cubs vs. St. Louis Cardinals

We walked in just as the national anthem begun. Wrigley field is one of two iconic baseball fields in the United States, Fenway park in Boston being the other. Holds approximately 45,000 people which is a lot of energy. Apparently much of its charm is it is not a big megalopolis complex but a neighborhood baseball field. Parking is about the neighborhood. I like baseball, but am far from a diehard fan and especially not a tribal member. I just like good baseball. Jeanne grew up in St.Louis and Tom is a diehard Cubs fan so was interesting. The game was awesome, with the energy, watching the goings on, especially with home runs, scores, changes in innings, the singing, the cheering. The 7th inning stretch, the final winning celebratory song, and of course the the beer, which cost $15 per beer, but I wanted the whole experience and it was 91 degrees F (32.8 C), and we were in the sun. Enjoyable to watch the players setting up in their positions. I thought they were checking their phones, but they were checking the stats of the batter.

Walking to car after game

Then off to my cousins place, an hour out of town, and spent the night. Great to catch up. He had visited us this past summer, but now on his turf. Always interesting to see people in their own environment. His wife Ilona ws caring for her agin father from Hungary, and was unable to attend baseball or the cabin, but delightful to see her, meet her father, and see the farm.

Saturday was to be a big day. We started, with an hour drive south, to Jeanne’s cousin who had just moved from their house of 54 years into an apartment complex. They were quite appreciative, that we had come to visit, despite it only being a couple hours.

Cousins Betsy, & Don

Then back north and to Eau Claire, Wisconsin, with more visiting. This time, some friends of ours and parents  of a ski jump coach in Anchorage.  We saw where Natasha grew up and became Natasha. A 50-meter ski jump in the backyard. But alas, the visit is short, as the day is progressing. I do not drive as well at night, so I am trying to get to the lake cabin before dark. It was good visit though.

Visiting Lisa and Dan Mattoon
Mattoon Backyard

We made it to the cabin on Pine Lake only an hour after dark, avoiding the evening deer, wandering the forest roads. My sister, had arrived from Montana and her family, 4 hours earlier, guiding us by flashlight the final few hundred feet of rough road. Tom , my cousin, arriving shortly before her, not having to stop and visit along the way.

Pine Lake Wisconsin
Pine Lake Cabin

The cabin was built in 1933 by my Aunt Shirleys Uncle Henry. There is actually a UTube video of it of 1933 quality. (Construction of Pine Lake cottage 1933) It has passed down through the family, and Tom currently has it. He is a very gracious person, host, and we felt very welcome. We just explored, walking, going out on the boat, several loons coming out to meet us. Occasionally diving under the boat swimming incredibly gracefully.

Watching Loons
Common Loon

One delightful morning my sister and I took the boat out and watched the sun rise. Incredible woods with colors just beginning to change, with the variety of trees. Maple, white pine, ash, birch, larch, and others unidentified by me.

Sunrise Pine lake
Lake Exploration

Evening found us playing the game of aggravation. This is a board game played by our family for generations. Currently nearly all farmily members have a board made by some member of the family. I have never seen a commercial game similar. We probably played a dozen games over the three days.

Day three was another cubs baseball game and Tom is an avid follower. For me it was not the same. Pure baseball with no seeing the in-between stuff. You don’t see in between innings. The seventh inning stretch was a commercial. The announcer explaining every move so very little thought as to what was happening. Ok I am being negative. It just was not the same as in person, although good baseball. Apparently Eddie Veder led the seventh inning song.

Practicing Being Old (my niece Sara defining us)
New friends

Then time to depart, oh sweet sorrow again. As is often the case sometimes a short visit is better than too long, as it leaves you wanting to come back for more. But traveling on, this time to Zak’s parents on the Michigan – Wisconsin border. a 4 hour drive. It all seems so close when looking at a map from a long ways away, but in reality the world is a big place.

Arriving early evening, Mike and Carol took us out to a local “supper club”. Apparently that is a Wisconsin thing. I am always fascinated by local traditions and culture. I was amazed at the prices. $12.00 for a 8 oz steak with full baked potato and salad. $140 for 4 people with alcohol for dinner. At home that would be double that.

Hammill visit Jeanne, Carol, Mike, J. R.

Thursday, Mike and Carol took us on a tour of the area. Various industries, places they had lived, and of course the Pine Mountain ski jump complex. A 120 meter jump, Olympic size only set up for winter jumping. Fascinating to see other jumps, construction style and materials. More ideas.

Returned to their home and we were going to head out for a little river excursion on the Menamenee River behind their house. No boat for all 4 of us, but decided on two small boats with 2 hp motors. While Mike got some gas for motors and other stuff, it fell upon me to just test out the boats. First one worked great, second one he warned me his concerns. I thought he said the motor was difficult but what he said was the boat was tippy and difficult. Whatever. In I go after checking out the first boat. Just 30 meters upriver and return. Did great, turned around, but alas the seating was difficult to drive the motor and I turned myself in the boat. This threw off the balance, which I did not expect and over I went. The boat and motor completely tipped over on top of me. I easily got out from under, was able to stand and pushed it into the proper upright position. Unfortunately, completely full of water with the motor submerged. On shore I hear Carol and Jeanne laughing hysterically. I think they may have peed their pants laughing so hard. I pulled the boat back in, emptied it out but the motor was soaked.

Menominee River adventures
Recovery
Return from the river

It seemed our river trip was not to be. I was totally soaked along with wallet and phone. Instead of river trip we opted to sit around the fire, just enjoying the evening.

Evening stories
Share airport train from car rental to airport

A few adventures during the night, then a long drive back to OHare airport and two long flights home to Anchorage. Arrived at 3 am and fell into bed exhausted, but full of memories of friends and family.

Frenchglen, Oregon weekend

Failure is where we learn the most.

Faith Dickey (professional highliner)

My friend Maralyn is a friend from Seattle. I first met her as a freshman in Colorado College. This happened, shall we say, over 50 years ago. She is as I describe, a poor starving artist who is one of the most delightful people you could ever meet. She has gone to this little hotel in Frenchglen, Oregon for over 40 years as a little retreat. This year she invited us and we made the time available, mid to end September. I checked for reservations and alas very full, and this was May_June. Geez who thinks that far ahead? But got them and on waiting list for Friday night, which was successful two weeks prior to our arrival.

Then, one of my cousins, while visiting this summer said we needed to come visit, enticing us with a baseball game at Wrigley Field, in Chicago. I have been to one- half of a game in St, Louis. OK-it seemed we could tack it on to the Frenchglen trip. Then there is the “family cabin which my cousin Tom has in mid Wisconsin, not too far. Well the trip has ballooned into a huge visiting people. to be revealed. Jeanne flew into San Francisco, rented a car, and drove to a friends house to visit in Gilroy, the garlic capital of the world. Then to friends near Yosemite National Park where she worked and lived for 4 years. Two days there and on to another friend who used to live in Alaska and now is a campground host.

Jeanne picked me up in Reno, Nevada Thursday night. Friday we drove to Frenchglen, a small unincorporated town in southern Oregon. It is near the Malheur Wildlife refuge. A drive of about 380 miles(611 kilometer) made in about 6 1/2 hours, stopping Winnemucca, Nevada to visit more friends. Driving north, I recognized the area as a desert. It was transitioning into high desert, similar to Southern Idaho where I spent grades 1-8 going to school there.

I did learn that it is not really what I called a high desert – sagebrush, cold winters, hot summers, very dry. It is not a desert which by definition is very little precipitation. Frenchglen gets about 15” (38cm) of precipitation a year, similar to(slightly less) than Anchorage, Salt Lake City. Seattle gets about 40″ (101cm). It snows a lot in the winter in Frenchglen and the Steens Mtn. scenic loop does not open until late May or later, due to snow. Turns out sagebrush requires too much water to live in a desert. Thus the area is actually called a shrub steppe. Whoopee.

We stayed at the Frenchglen hotel, registered on the National Historic register since 1924. A delightful place, although as with old wooden hotels, one wants to check the fire escapes when you move in. Meals are family style, which leads to wonderful conversations, with what I would call an eclectic group. There were several artists. They worked in oils, watercolors, and wood. A couple worked in environmental areas. They also occasionally worked in theatre as performers and directors. A seismologist, a geologist, and an architect were also present. One lady had worked in Los Angeles as an accountant. She tired of being inside, and her family was in Oregon. She quit her job, became a truck driver, and moved near Astoria, Oregon. A variety of people and delightful conversations.

Sunrise

The last morning, Maralyn and I were watching the sunrise from the front porch when a pickup truck pulled up. An apparent local then came in, and Maralyn and I hit him up before the front door was closed. Delightful character answering our numerous questions concerning ranching in the area. His job for the day was transporting 3 truckloads of hay to a ranch farther north. The big round rolls of hay. We learned a huge amount about hay and bailing it up, transporting for the winter. The coffee finally finished, and we all had to precede with our day.

But driving there one looks out and goes “there is nothing here, what have I signed up for” But I knew it is a “desert”, and what there is there, is definitely hiding and one has to look to see. Deserts are full of life. You just have to open up. Look as if you were in the desert, not as a human. Fascinating places but these areas require a change of attitude to see the glories.

The first day everyone proceeded to their own destinations. First I queried the geologist on the local geology. Geologists are generally incredibly passionate about geology, and almost always are willing to share their knowledge. This one very much so. I got a quick and dirty semi advanced geology lesson of lava flows, basalts, and such.

Jeanne and I drove the Center Patrol Road (CPR) sort of down the middle of Blitzen River Valley. Stopping to view turkey vultures, ranches, the river, drainage ditches, and efforts to control invasive critters and weeds.

Then came the visitor center at Malheur wildlife refuge. the visitor center was closed, not for lack of visitors or any known reason. But the book store and nature center was open and the volunteer there was delightful and informative.

We proceeded to the narrows between some ponds and viewed all sorts of birds. I am not much at identifying birds, but it is fascinating watching them. We hoped to see the western grebes dancing across the top of the water. Unfortunately, they just wanted to run about the water. Stopped at Diamond Craters Outstanding Natural Areas too view volcanic result

Sunday, Maralyn and Mary, who attended Colorado College with me and have maintained close contact ever since, along with Jeanne, drove the Steens Mountain Loop. The road is a 60 mile (100 k) loop. It goes from Frenchglen, which is at 4200 feet elevation (1280 meters), and rises to 9500 feet (2895 meters). Several canyons originate near the summit ridge. The aspen trees were beginning to change colors. But the best part was to spend a wondrous day with these three ladies.

Wildhorse Lake and a selfie.
Kiger Canyon

Boxed Lunchs

Alvord Desert

Monday, most people were departing, making room for a new set of visitors. Jeanne and I headed south. We went off course once to visit the Alvord Desert. It’s below Steens Mountain on the opposite side from Frenchglen. Stopped at Fields at the one store and got a milk shake. A repeat of the drive up, a long 6 hour drive to Reno. We visited Neva, who had come up to visit this summer. We delivered a photo book and video of her trip to Alaska this past summer. She is 13 years old and had spent 10 days with us.

It was a long day. I fell asleep early and long. Now in Carson City, Nevada visiting another good friend.