Ski Sunday meets Tom Burt

Ed Leigh meet up with snowboard legend, Tahoe local, Tom Burt, on Ski Sunday this week. He came across as a legend should and it was amazing to hear that he has never repeated a line.

Unfortunately the bbc iPlayer for TV is still not usable outside Ireland without fiddling with your proxy. Set your series record for Sunday at 17.15.

Shaun White legend at 23

Shaun White, 23, successfully defended his Olympic gold medal from 2006 in Turin in the Men's Half-pipe at Vancouver. This adds to his winter X Games Gold medal count of 9.

With the gold medal already in his pocket he broke the record for the biggest ever half-pipe score with 48.4/50 with his second run, pulling out the brand new Tomahawk to finish.

White spent a week in December at the private halfpipe Red Bull built him in the San Juan Mountains in rural Colorado perfecting a variety of new tricks, including the Tomahawk - which he invented, perfected and nicknamed - two front flips and 3½ twists (double McTwist 1260).

“It’s groundbreaking,” said Mike Jankowski, the head halfpipe coach for the United States. “He’s the first one to try it and the first one to do it. No one else has attempted it. No one else feels comfortable or confident or safe at this time. Now, he’s the leader of the pack. He’s basically setting the road map for snowboarding right now.” [Yahoo Sports]

"It's impossible to beat Shaun unless he falls," said silver medallist Peetu Piioroinen of Finland.

The judging was a little inconsistent I thought with American Lago getting bronze though his team mate Louie Vito, who finished 5th, threw down a much more technical impressive run.

Déjà Vu

So much for once-in-a-lifetime. You know the drill by now - the snow dumps on the Dublin Mountains, and I have an insatiable urge to hike up there and come down strapped into a snowboard. This time I had Ken & Andy for company - they didn't need any persuasion. The road from home to Kilmashogue Lane was clear, so less hiking to start off. Also less snow and easier to walk up, so we got higher - "Fairy Castle" / Two Rock was the destination - about 550m. Lots of hikers around, one lunatic on a bike, and plenty of curious looks. The views down to Wicklow were amazing - Djouce, Maulin, Kippure all shining white in the distance. Great Sugar Loaf looked like the Matterhorn.

Very cold & blowy up top. Coffee, and a nip of Jameson from Ken's hip flask was timely. We came down from here in fresh powder, so good we hiked up and did it twice more. Heavenly. Then onto a very narrow, windy part - concentration was high here, but good fun. Andy & I were troubled by a snappy poodle who'd not seen this mode of transport before. Next up, a nice long, easy forest track (piste?) to get to the bottom. Fast and fun. Plenty of comments and photos from onlookers/spectators - hopefully starting a trend.

Finally, we trespassed onto Stackstown Golf Club (Padraig Harrington's home turf) which was just begging to be ridden, a real novelty. Back up the forest and we were able to ride back literally to the car. Home for some tea and the last of the Xmas cake, yummmm. How am I supposed to work tomorrow after a day like that?

P.S. To be honest, I was getting a bit tired of the endless cold and snow in the last few days. But now as a bit of a thaw sets in, I think I'll miss it when it's gone. The snow forecast for today didn't materialise, so that might be it. Hope you're all surviving the conditions wherever you are.

Alpe des Trois Roches

One week now since the Snows Came, and our garden snowman is still alive - albeit slightly deformed - and in between, there were ten commutes the like of which I've never experienced. But that's not what this post is about so I'll not bore you (ice, snow, sub-zero temperatures - you get the idea). Yesterday afternoon (Saturday), after a morning minding Ruby & Aster, I was itching to get out into the hills, this time without wheels. So with about 3 hours daylight remaining, my neighbour Adrian and I decided to head for Tibradden. A local hill, 5 minutes in the car, about 440m elevation.

Richenda had already been up 3 Rock with Adrian's wife, and I was rushing so didn't hear how they'd got on. 'Bring Gaitors' was the advice, duly noted. To cut a long story short, we hiked up and down in 2 hours, and it was magical up there, a perfect blue sky day. One foot of snow at the bottom, and - no exaggeration - 3 to 4 feet deep on top, almost impossible to take a step without sinking. This is the Dublin Mountains, I am up here a lot, and have never seen anything even close to this. We noticed that it wasn't just any old snow either - this was powder, dry, fluffy. Would it be too crazy to snowboard this?

That night, it was up to the attic and down with all the gear - bindings on, set back for powder conditions. Boots, gloves, goggles, helmet - this was like packing for a ski holiday. Next morning, it had started snowing again, but visibility looked good. Attempts to round up others were unsuccessful - lame excuses such as lack of snowboard etc. Fair enough. Into the car, happy to make it out of the estate - which is still an ice rink - without totalling the vehicle. A three minute drive, to save 30 minutes walking. Parked and strapped the board onto my rucksack. It was raining now, but I had a fair idea this would turn to snow as I climbed.

Into Kilmashogue forest, up and up, lots of people out and a few stares when they saw the board. They wanted me to pull some moves for them, but it wasn't high enough or steep enough yet. Sorry. Onwards and upwards. It was getting colder now, and wet too but it suddenly cleared and it was time to take the camera out. How else would anyone believe the amount of snow up there? 90 minutes from the car I was on top of 3 Rock, famous for the huge masts and great views of the city and Dublin Bay, across to Howth.

I saw 2 cross-country skiers, a number of mountain bikers, and lots of walkers - it was somewhat surreal. Then it got even stranger - as I was strapping on the board, I see a guy walking towards me with a... yep, snowboard. He was French, on a weekend in Dublin and had borrowed the gear from a friend. He beat me to it by about 10 seconds, so I was at best the 2nd person to board the Dublin Mountains (today, if not ever). Ah well. I followed the forest track all the way down to Ticknock, my first time on a board in 2 years, so not exactly ripping it up - sorry Tom.

Trying not to take out hikers was the big challenge. Some stared, some said Hi or Wow, others pretended to be uninterested like they see skiers and boarders up here every weekend. Got into a groove and only had to stop and push once before the car park. The buzz was only somewhat spoiled by some clown in a Fiesta trying to drive up the mountains in foot deep snow. Muppet.

45 minutes hiking to get back to the car, but spirits were good if unused leg muscles somewhat sore. Overall a big effort to pull this off, for maybe 15 minutes return - not quite ski-in-ski-out. Was it worth it? Absolutely. Once in a lifetime? Perhaps, but there may be more snow on the way so I wouldn't rule out another spin in the week ahead. I had certainly ruled out heading to the Alps for a ski holiday this season, but as someone once said - "you never know what you're gonna get".

Some photos attached for the disbelievers.