Thursday, November 03, 2005
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Regardless, I shot about 500 snaps of the first round. Click though to them HERE, then click on the image on the right side of the smugmug gallery, and the use "Image Size->Original" to try to see whatever detail is there. They aren't that bad, just a little soft.
Paul rounding 4-ball at -35...
`Than hooking up...
Jan looking seriously wide of 4...
Lt. Dan hooking up 2-3 at -32...
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Thursday, August 18, 2005
- “Ski `da gate”
- “Ski out to the end of the rope”
- “Handle-In through the pre-turn”
Are all just mnemonics to help you mimic a pendulum’s motion in its arc from bottom (behind the boat) to the top of its arc (out around the buoy). What an awesome rush when your ski finishes the turn, your body is in good alignment, you are well up on the boat down course, and you are ready to lean against the line to progressively accelerate yourself (like a pendulum’s downward arc) and do it again for the next ball.
So after a 9-day hiatus I was perhaps over-rested and over-eager to run all over my starting 34 -15 passes, run -22 and poke into -28. Five passes into my first set I had run a few -15’s and stupidly blew great gate/1- and 3- balls at -22 by being too aggressive. I knew I was muscle-ing through with my biceps to go hard off the ball, but it didn’t register. Paradoxically, I knew the fix to this was just to be a little more patient and get the progressive lean off the ball that peaks behind the boat. Like so many things in this sport, going harder earlier is not always the good thing that it seems. The other danger clue I missed was that throughout the set, particularly at -22, I was wide, early and so far up-course that I was running over buoys on the back side. This was the clue that should have been saying “you are fine, don’t panic, no need to try to be superman off the ball".
On my sixth pass I had everything I wanted, maybe except for the confidence of running another -22 earlier in the set. A +5 RPM adjust headwind was right out of the south and I felt that with a good gate/1, this would be 6 in the bank. I was already thinking about translating -22-ness to -28-ness. Anyhow, had a fine gate and turned well on the backside of one. Did it correctly 1-2 as I leaned, then progressively edge-changed at the second wake and had one of my most patient 2-balls. I may have been a little lame at building angle out of two. I probably released the handle a little early into 2 and that widens the arc of the ski. 2-3 is my strong-side lean, so I stayed on edge a little too long and tore into 3, probably with crap for angle and heading just up course of 3-ball. There is no question, sensing the boat a bit down course, feeling a little late, that I wanted to make something up coming off of 3. Bad idea, and we all know it! I was patient enough in letting the ski come around three, but as soon as it was remotely pointing in the direction of four, I wanted to lock and go. Again, paradoxically, a few hundred more milliseconds of rotation around 3, and a progressive, instead of impulsive, lean and I would have made it up behind the boat.
Instead I went hard off 3-ball too soon. Real hard, and I stupidly used my biceps for help. I quickly felt this was more than enough to shoot me out to four, but there is a problem: First, I peaked well before the first wake using my biceps (not my hips) for the lean. This created a front-rolling moment on my ski-body system. Not only did this contribute to launching me into the air nicely over the first wake; but I was now prematurely rolling my ski from accelerate-lean edge to decelerate-turn edge IN THE AIR, BEHIND THE BOAT. Another few hundred milliseconds later we find the front-right edge of the very responsive Connelly F1 landing around the second wake. Many of you know how progressively that ski decelerates with subtle tip pressure: Thus my mid-air edge change, in conjunction with the forward roll moment, meant that I would be slowing down really quickly at the second wake.
Of course the ski stalled instantly and abruptly, as you would expect. My cross-course velocity translated into collapsing forward on the ski. As I came out of both high-wraps, the tip of the ski first took a glancing blow at my right shin puncturing it slightly, hit my right knee very hard, and then as my upper body was driven downward and the ski driven upward, the tip of the F1 was driven into my right forearm and elbow, ripping the skin to the bone peripherally for about 5 cm, and leaving a substantial part of the ski tip in my arm and tattooing my ulna in Connelly purple and blue.
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Scott was in the boat to pluck her from the water...
While Dave and Tony attended to first aid...
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Monday, July 04, 2005
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Dube's Pond Slalom Festival 2005
Dube's Pond Classic 13 2004
Dube's Pond Snake Pit Open 2004
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Saw and heard..
On the road back...
This truck was blown off the road near Chattanooga by the wind and rain...
Saturday, June 11, 2005
After the Allmans, onto a bit of Herbie Hancock with the funky compressed bass, then over to see Mike Gordon with the Benevento / Russo Duo (really a trio). In what was a Bonnaroo moment, they covered “Foam” and the audience totally got into it. The crowd sang along…
...as if some of them had heard it before. Then Dave Matthews Band on the main stage. I was really impressed with his performance (with Trey sitting in) last year; this year was kind of ho-hum. Good lights, however. And to cap off the day, The Mars Volta. Seriously twisted stuff, but in a good way.
So here it is Saturday morning, spitting rain, gray skies, and two more days of music ahead!
Friday, June 10, 2005
Nice breezy morning so far; anxious for the real tunes to start. I’m either going to see Alison Krauss or Joanna Newsom to kick the day off.
An oh yeah, Jeff should be here soon!
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Friday, May 27, 2005
Meanwhile, the week of rain came to an end. Brooke and I got out on the water for a short set this afternoon. Only our third of the season. The water temp had fallen to 55 with all the rain. Brrr. But sweet none the less.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Friday, May 06, 2005
Monday, May 02, 2005
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Friday, April 22, 2005
Alpine today was awesome. All the ususal spring greatness! Corn heaven.
Somehow I have to memorialize the collision bettween Rylan and Phil just downhill from "Expert Shortcut". I didn't see it, so I won't speculate on the situation.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Friday, April 08, 2005
Then Phil turned me onto this little nugget for those with more dollars than sense!
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Saturday, March 26, 2005
An excellent breakfast at Sofio's with Cyndi. I guess I need to start packing soon.
Friday, March 25, 2005
At Chair 8 we had Jenn, Melanie, and Risa putting up with our antics and never even implying that they might ask us to leave.
Honga's bartender Sarah is superwoman. So is Joni, who's newspaper blew off the bar at Chair 8.
Then there was "Linear Algebra Dude" up at Allreds who, presumably overhearing some talk at our table offered in passing, "yeah, I dig Null Spaces..."! We also liked Allred's queit blonde bartender.
Nothing exceptional about the 221 south oak waitstaff. The food was good, however.
Excelsior was a mess, but I'm told that it's hit or miss. Kristen made an excelllent martini, which can help forgive a lot.
Eagle's bar was entirely unremarkable. No olives for a martini: tragic!
La Marmotte was good.
Then there was the arrogant and ignorant Telluride ski instructor woman at "Skiers Union" that epitomized uber-bitch. Oh well, there is one in every crowd!
- Maybe on New England boilerplate and groomers I'd like some added support from my boots. Not to mention my original-model T2's may be getting a little tired after countless seasons. I've been wearing the size-8 liners in the size-8/9 shells.
- And maybe on powder days I'd like a ski with a little more float and a little more mass than the M3's. For their dimuntive size, the M3's do motor through crud like teeny-tiny Volkl P10's if you stay right on them. Like the P10's, if you are off-center, you're dead meat. The M3's 178cm length and very modest sidecut feels like a nice compromise.
- And I just love the HammerHead's. No changes here.
Although the ski area is open for another week, this is my last day here. That's kind of a bummer as the conditions have been so exceptionally great. "I don't want to be done yet!" I've surely gotten better; but I guess this is it. Oh well, better go out there and ski it well. Looks like two more snowy days are on tap.
So day 6 was powder heaven. Went up 8 to 9 and did bushwack - plunge -bushwack -plunge -bushwack - hermit before lunch. This was the first day that bushwack was rolled ballroom flat. An inch or two had fallen on the corduroy by morning, making it an exceptionally easy decent. The smallish bumps on plunge were definately more fun.
Lunch was in some hellhole called "Skiers Union" in the mountain village. Stubborn and rude are understatements to describe the tallish ski instructor who went out of her way to be a jerk. Allreds at least filters out some of the rifraf.
Pumped up becuase it was the last afternoon, we skied under 9 until we could ski no more. I did five runs on Plunge where I hugged skiers right hard and then jumped into the bottom of "Powerline" that runs down from spiral stairs. Fun stuff in the steep and deep.
Steve in the good stuff:
Dinner at the bar at Honga's. Sarah made sure that not one, but two bamboo-cylinders of cold white sake keep us happy and warm.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Just back from the mountain. Another Awesome Day! The morning was straight up 8 to 9. Then Plunge - Bushwack - Bushwack - Plunge - Bushwack. Five spectacular runs in 8 inches of fresh powder before lunch. Ran into a tranplanted `loafer "Heinz" who knows Talbot, Skip, Kayot, and the gang. Cool.
Lunch at Allreds with the usual suspects. After lunch, we all did a Lookout cruiser then everyone (except me) jumped into Kant-Mak-Em.
My afternoon was Lookout - Bushwacker - Bushwacker - Bushwacker. Lots of skiing! Nine runs off of chair nine for the day. Powder that forgives almost everything. I think of the six runs I took down the powder-coated Bushwacker, I had three of them entirely to myself. The "crowded ones" looked like this:
"Health Drinks" again (T&T/tall) at chair 8. Melanie, who served us, now knows us and what we drink.
Out for a hot tub and some apres ski soon.