Jacob Schor ND
Fellow of the American Board of Naturopathic Oncology
I’m on vacation, sitting in a cedar cabin named Hilda Hut, a
short helicopter ride from a roadside parking lot, not too far from Nakusp,
British Columbia. A dozen friends are with me who have been telling the same
jokes for the last decade. It’s about 12 degrees (Fahrenheit) outside and has
been snowing off and on for the last few days – actually last few months.
There’s a considerable quantity of snow on the ground, I’ve heard something in
the range of 220 cm on the ground by the hut (no idea what that is in feet,
it’s a lot). The first story of the hut is only accessible by a tunnel.
We spend our days ski touring, something of a Canadian
pastime. In the states, we usually go cross-country skiing or downhill skiing. Ski
touring, as we are doing it, seems to be a Canadian variation on the Swiss
tradition. With the aide of synthetic seal skins adhered to the bases of our
skis, we walk uphill in a single line, playing follow the leader for the better
part of the day. When we’ve reached a suitable spot, we ski down. I’d guess
that we spend 96% of our time on the uphill trek, climbing approximately 5,000
feet per day, some days more, some days less. To put it another way, we only
ski downhill about 5,000 feet per day. That would be a short morning at Mary
Jane, our local ski hill outside of Denver!
When I told colleagues at the recent Oncology Association of
Naturopathic Physicians (OncANP) annual conference in Arizona that this was
where I planned to head after the conference, I was met with curious reactions,
mostly incomprehension. I guess most people think that vacation time should be
spent on a beach doing nothing.