Sunday, December 01, 2013
Sunday, November 24, 2013
We were planning on going out to see Juliana Hatfield and Matthew Caws as "Minor Alps" last night. Susan wasn't feeling well, so we tried to create the Cotton dining experience here at home; with Steak, Wedge, and Garlic Mashed Potatoes. A snow squall came up dropping the first, fractional-inch of powder of the year and making it all the more cozy.
Sunday, October 13, 2013
I think I will remember the 51 days I skied this summer at Dubes Pond mostly for the water running over the dam. Most years, we have a wet spring, but then the dam goes quiet for much of the summer. This year, a bit wetter than most, I can barely recall a day when I didn't have to raise my voice on the dock to be heard over the rushing water. No injuries, good times, and good friends. While this season wins no record in skier-hours or buoy count, I'll take it and smile.
Wendy & Ali (Dubes Summer 2013)
Wendy & Ali (Dubes Summer 2013)
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Finding balance can be hard. It's like perching yourself atop some energy-information hill with, at least locally, maximum entropy. It seems like a great idea, a fine place to be, a ready-stance from which to move on all that is important in life. But damn, you don't just get there by doing nothing.
Monday, May 13, 2013
The near-frost we will have tonight reminds me that summer isn't quite here yet. Sure, I've been in the pond for five sets already. My spray-burn whining is nearly over as the yearly callus on my calf has formed. And Dave is starting in on me with this season's new tidbit of wisdom: Open to the boat on my offside lean. I think it's a winner; but still can't let go of the past. What was, What will be.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
April went by in fast-forward this year, it's so cliche. Just a month ago I was carving slow-motion tele-arc turns down Plunge and other lift-9 trails. Now the snow has melted, the ice is out, and it will be just weeks before we are back in the pond and on the slalom course. In the meantime life, work, and soul-searching to find reason in last-week's events. I have a dozen things I'd like to get done today: I'd prefer to do just a few of them well.
Monday, March 25, 2013
It's over. Day four was swimming in sunshine and smiles. But it's over. I should be happy. But not so much. It's like when camp is over and everyone has to go home. Emily turned me on to the music of Devendra Banhart last night, I bought "Mala" on Itunes; and played that album all day today. Amazing, best new music I've heard in years. Last run of the day, of the trip...
The plan was that I would rendezvous with the girls for some tele-snowboard hybridization. Yet there was this stubborn gravity of riding up 8 to 9 in the crisp, sunny air that made like "lift ten?, did you say ten?". I got my shit together and made my way over for a few runs with Emily, Holly, and Holly. I had lunch with the Seattle gang over at Bon Vivant. Then drinks at Cosmo, dinner at La Marmotte, and still more kind talk until I hit the wall at an embarrassingly early hour which I can only attribute to my lack of stamina at such things, at altitude.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Into old school retro mode on my late 1990s Tua M3's with prototype Hammerhead binders. Amazing how crisp they still are. Much more modern T2 plastic has a lot to do with it. Anyhow, no surprise what I did... up 9, a few warmups on Lookout, and on to my favorite line on the mountain, the steeper bit of skier's right down Plunge. Chris always used to say "The Après Skiing is just as important as the Skiing". And he was right. Met up with my Manch-Vegas peeps Holly, Emily and Mike, and had a fun dinner at Hongas...