My mom, who got me into this whole outdoor adventure thing in the first place, worries about me. So, my holiday gifts this month consisted of a MEC Reflex down parka and Patagonia Micro Puff pants, the better to stay warm and safe out in the cold, and the better to extend our Western Mountaineering […]
After getting my ass kicked the last 4-5 times out skiing (or at least not feeling like a powder slaying god), moral has been low. One result is that I’m going through a period of nostalgia for summer. Thinking about mountain biking on dry dirt, or catching trout in clear water. The other result is […]
Fat ski skintrack on a wooded ridge at 6500′ today. Backcountry skiing is hard. It’s worth letting that simple statement rest by itself, because just as backcountry skiing is about using fancy sticks to go up and down hills, the meanings of hard have infinite variation. When the snow is good, like it has been […]
Running through all these Christmases is the sense of an emotional cadenza at the end of the year, a braiding of feelings like hope, renewal, nostalgia, love, joy and exhaustion. Yet in the stories about this holiday, it’s surprising how often we’re reminded of a darker life, full of isolation, penury, greed, despair and the […]
Lynx tracks. Lake McDonald. Mountains. Steak. Vegetable Wellington. The best Tiramisu I’ve ever eaten. Merry Christmas to all.
Danni, Lady Gaga and I skinned up Big Mountain after work today. And it was good.
I started taking blogging seriously this summer. One conspicuous byproduct of this is that I began gathering/paying attention to statistics associated with my work here: who reads what, how often, when, and so forth. Some of it isn’t surprising: Monday and Tuesday are by far the biggest traffic days, Saturday and Sunday the least. Some […]