“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times”
Buster and I left the Glacier Gorge trailhead at 330am. Our skinned skis sounded like laser guns, gliding along the snow which was well packed thanks to the hoards of people who come to the gorge to cross country ski and snowshoe into that majestic section of Rocky Mountain National Park. More »
My friend from “back in the day” (high school), had a condo all to himself in West Vail for a week, and invited me up to stay. With work being slow, I decided I would head up for a 4 day weekend and get some snowboarding in–courtesy of Pete’s season pass–at one of the country’s best and poshest resorts. On a whim, I called Buster and told him about the situation, and suggested we get on some ice in the Vail area. More »
I tried to find a partner – I really did, but problem one was that I don’t know very many strong skiers in SoCal. Problem two was that the few people I knew strong enough to ski it, weren’t too keen on earning their turns from the bottom up. Problem three? The two I did know who were strong enough and “willing” were busy, and this was the last weekend of winter and the only weekend I had time for it. 3 strikes, I guess it’s solo time…
Workout: Operation Annihilation
WYW is Dead. Get over it. It’s time to Annihilate. See you at AA on Wednesday, 5 o’clock sharp. More »
Many of us know Tasmania for one thing: The Totem Pole. It is a very sought after and coveted ascent in climbing. It consists of a thin freestanding spire of rock 4m wide that thrusts out of the raging ocean almost 65m. More »
