New Year’s Celebration 2012: No Electricity
Clubbing on New Year’s Eve is played out. Now it’s all about a 22-km snowshoe hike to a secluded hut in British Columbia.
A few of us ducked out of the traditional New Year’s Eve partying to leave for Squamish, BC for coffee. After that, we had to hike nearly 2km to the Diamond Head parking lot (we didn’t have snow chains), from which point we began the 22km hike to Elfin Lake.
Elfin Hut can host 30-odd snowshoe hikers and ski-tourers, though overflow arrivals can crash on the floor or in tents outside. The hut and its toilet facility are supposed to be lit with solar-powered lights, but some dumbass (or dumbasses) broke the timing systems, so it was all about propane lights, candles, and headlamps.
The hut is equipped with four propane burners, and guests take turns melting and boiling fresh snow for cooking/cleaning/drinking water.
Before adding some of our communal food to my pack, I noticed that the bottle of sparkling wine I had packed weighed more than the rest of my gear combined. At least I’d only be carrying the empty bottle back down.
Speaking of which…
Goon Bag!
One of our crew had the foresight to pack a box of wine: she then made use of the goon bag pillow when faced with a bare wooden bunk. I had only seen the goon bag as a pillow once before, when noticing a hipster asleep near Melbourne’s Smith Street the other month. I had no idea it was a national (and international) phenomenon.
(Downside: the toilets were a study in stench. A mingin’ masterclass, in fact. The dianoga that lived in the middle pit toilet was dead, floating face-down in the fecal froth. Be advised: your gag reflex will be challenged.)
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(I have my own snowshoes, complete with climbing platforms. The others hired theirs from Sigge’s, that cross-country skiing scene on 4th Ave in Vancouver.)