A day will come when I can’t physically handle skiing, and that will be the thrilling price of having lived. But to lose the season to climate change feels cataclysmic
It’s hard not to get both sad and angry when you look at average snowpack numbers over the last two decades. I’m fairly certain gen alpha will be the last to experience the type of winter conditions we’ve grown to expect as “regular”.
As the climate heats up and winter become shorter, less predictable, and more violent due to the unstable polar vortex, we’ll come to sorely miss the defining characteristics of it. We can’t ignore the cultural impact winter has on lots of places (such as Canada, Scandinavia, Russia, and many places in the US) and I’m quite sure it’ll have more than just ecological and employment impacts to these regions.
According to that theory, Professor Joe Shea, a geoscientist at the University of Northern British Columbia (UNBC), explained to me in an e-mail, “the reduced temperature gradient between the poles and the equator could produce a ‘wavier’ jet stream, which allows abnormal weather patterns (hot/cold, wet/dry) to set up for longer periods of time.”
The final weekend of the U.S. pond hockey championship was cancelled in Minneapolis, and Quebec City was so warm in February, Bonhomme closed his Ice Palace for “safety reasons.” At the annual Western Snow Conference, to be held for the 91st time this April in Corvallis, Ore., the title of the keynote speech is “Should I Teach my Grandkids to Ski?
Mr. Delesalle and Ms. Meyer broke a three-kilometre track on the non-avalanche-prone moraine around the cabin – Kathy’s Quest, we called it – which we trudged around on skis and climbing skins, adding a kilometre-and-a-half of loops of our own (Bishop’s Landing, Andrew’s Folly).
Kelly Mager, our cook (Mr. Delesalle’s partner, a brilliant chef), took to looking out the kitchen window and calling the weather “the new substandard,” which was scientifically accurate, when she wasn’t sharing mountain gossip (which guides had split up and why, which lodges were possibly for sale as a result, who was drinking too much).
Ms. Meyer gave us a guided tour of what she carried in her bottomless pack (to deal with all possible catastrophes, from snapped poles to broken necks); taught us knots; showed us how to rig a pulley system to haul someone out of a crevasse.
Maybe there is an ironic justice in that: After all, it was mankind’s love of the inside, of comfort and safety and warmth and convenience gained through the extraction of coal and oil and gas, that ultimately warped the climate and made winter less dependable, less formative and less Canadian.
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It already is with so many species going extinct or near extinct while we piss away the opportunity to correct on the daily. What goes round comes round.
I miss winter more and more every year. I remember as a high schooler (early 2010s) being faced with those intense, magic Midwestern winters with 24"+ of snow, continuous weather between 0–20F, snow on ground for practically the entirety of December through as late as March or even April… Those days are gone. Winters now are a blink, and they’re wet more often than snowy. We get a flash freeze way down to -20 or lower, horrible days that you can’t even go outside, then it slings back to 40s and it all melts again.
The crocuses and daffodils are already blooming and it isn’t even April yet. I’m afraid my son is never going to experience the winters his dad did.
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It’s hard not to get both sad and angry when you look at average snowpack numbers over the last two decades. I’m fairly certain gen alpha will be the last to experience the type of winter conditions we’ve grown to expect as “regular”.
As the climate heats up and winter become shorter, less predictable, and more violent due to the unstable polar vortex, we’ll come to sorely miss the defining characteristics of it. We can’t ignore the cultural impact winter has on lots of places (such as Canada, Scandinavia, Russia, and many places in the US) and I’m quite sure it’ll have more than just ecological and employment impacts to these regions.
This is the best summary I could come up with:
According to that theory, Professor Joe Shea, a geoscientist at the University of Northern British Columbia (UNBC), explained to me in an e-mail, “the reduced temperature gradient between the poles and the equator could produce a ‘wavier’ jet stream, which allows abnormal weather patterns (hot/cold, wet/dry) to set up for longer periods of time.”
The final weekend of the U.S. pond hockey championship was cancelled in Minneapolis, and Quebec City was so warm in February, Bonhomme closed his Ice Palace for “safety reasons.” At the annual Western Snow Conference, to be held for the 91st time this April in Corvallis, Ore., the title of the keynote speech is “Should I Teach my Grandkids to Ski?
Mr. Delesalle and Ms. Meyer broke a three-kilometre track on the non-avalanche-prone moraine around the cabin – Kathy’s Quest, we called it – which we trudged around on skis and climbing skins, adding a kilometre-and-a-half of loops of our own (Bishop’s Landing, Andrew’s Folly).
Kelly Mager, our cook (Mr. Delesalle’s partner, a brilliant chef), took to looking out the kitchen window and calling the weather “the new substandard,” which was scientifically accurate, when she wasn’t sharing mountain gossip (which guides had split up and why, which lodges were possibly for sale as a result, who was drinking too much).
Ms. Meyer gave us a guided tour of what she carried in her bottomless pack (to deal with all possible catastrophes, from snapped poles to broken necks); taught us knots; showed us how to rig a pulley system to haul someone out of a crevasse.
Maybe there is an ironic justice in that: After all, it was mankind’s love of the inside, of comfort and safety and warmth and convenience gained through the extraction of coal and oil and gas, that ultimately warped the climate and made winter less dependable, less formative and less Canadian.
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I would be very happy to miss winter. There is still a meter of snow in my yard.
No way, man! I miss summer all winter long. I’m a true Californian surfer dude.
It’s not so much that I love winter, but rather the wildfire smoke really puts a damper on summer.
Uhmmm…most seem to prefer the warmer weather while very few gripe that the cold is gone. Some will miss winter, but not most.
The ecosystem certainly will.
It already is with so many species going extinct or near extinct while we piss away the opportunity to correct on the daily. What goes round comes round.
Those same people will be very upset when we start having regular, yearly droughts because we don’t get enough snowfall anymore.
This is where I am. I don’t miss the cold, but I recognize its losss isn’t a good thing.
Feel the exact same way.
I miss winter more and more every year. I remember as a high schooler (early 2010s) being faced with those intense, magic Midwestern winters with 24"+ of snow, continuous weather between 0–20F, snow on ground for practically the entirety of December through as late as March or even April… Those days are gone. Winters now are a blink, and they’re wet more often than snowy. We get a flash freeze way down to -20 or lower, horrible days that you can’t even go outside, then it slings back to 40s and it all melts again.
The crocuses and daffodils are already blooming and it isn’t even April yet. I’m afraid my son is never going to experience the winters his dad did.
This year the Great Lakes had the least amount of ice coverage since they started tracking it via satellites in '73.
And then someone comes and says global warming is a scam…
Beautiful prose on a tragic loss—not the ski holiday, of course; rather, our collective loss of winter.
I do wonder about teaching my children to ski… Then again, these next few years may be their only chance to experience it.