Saturday's Splitters are Knob Gobblers: swinging both ways and then taking it to Raymond from behind. Got a job to do? Get yourself a Big Floppy Donkey Dick and don't hold back.
Since you asked, Katy: about 9 miles, 5500 feet for two runs.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Everybody Loves Knob Gobblers & Mt. Raymond
Sometimes, somedays, splitboards are the only way.
Saturday's Splitters are Knob Gobblers: swinging both ways and then taking it to Raymond from behind. Got a job to do? Get yourself a Big Floppy Donkey Dick and don't hold back.
Since you asked, Katy: about 9 miles, 5500 feet for two runs.
Saturday's Splitters are Knob Gobblers: swinging both ways and then taking it to Raymond from behind. Got a job to do? Get yourself a Big Floppy Donkey Dick and don't hold back.
Since you asked, Katy: about 9 miles, 5500 feet for two runs.
More brog please!
Time for more brog please!
I have no brog in me lately. I have no snow, new bike, broken foot, nalgene cancer, bad haircut. Despair! How can brog as such? Brogs scatter when lights on. For you however, I try.
Brog underway:
On January 30, I skied Neffs canyon foothills with a leprechaun. I have nothing against leprechauns, as you know.
Later, Leppy and I enjoy a rare Wednesday sunrise. And then breakfast. My wish? More wishes of course.
Meanwhile, on yet another adventure we meet up again with the angry yelling lady of White Pine. She's a Man-Eater, you know. Watch out, boy (and leprechaun)! Because you know why! That's right, she'll eat you UP. Damn right.
White Pine also yields spiney treasures of the flying porcupine variety. Here in this tree you see Rocky Raccoon, White Pine Porcupine. Rocky is a blob of sorts as well, as you can tell. Probably Rocky Raccoon, Porcupine, climbed that tree to look for Magil (aka Nancy), and got stuck. I sympathize, but Rocky's an impulsive type and bound for misfortune.
Hours later IROC O'Lindy rages McNasty down a sweet line. We wrecked it for the helicopters that landed on us. Oh no you din't! Yes we did. I in particular was sure to fall down and roll around a bunch. Oh no you din't!
Later, Ol' IROC gave it to another slope pretty hard. We're not sure what he was doing exactly, but it wasn't pretty and not for brogs.
I have no brog in me lately. I have no snow, new bike, broken foot, nalgene cancer, bad haircut. Despair! How can brog as such? Brogs scatter when lights on. For you however, I try.
Brog underway:
On January 30, I skied Neffs canyon foothills with a leprechaun. I have nothing against leprechauns, as you know.
Later, Leppy and I enjoy a rare Wednesday sunrise. And then breakfast. My wish? More wishes of course.
Meanwhile, on yet another adventure we meet up again with the angry yelling lady of White Pine. She's a Man-Eater, you know. Watch out, boy (and leprechaun)! Because you know why! That's right, she'll eat you UP. Damn right.
White Pine also yields spiney treasures of the flying porcupine variety. Here in this tree you see Rocky Raccoon, White Pine Porcupine. Rocky is a blob of sorts as well, as you can tell. Probably Rocky Raccoon, Porcupine, climbed that tree to look for Magil (aka Nancy), and got stuck. I sympathize, but Rocky's an impulsive type and bound for misfortune.
Hours later IROC O'Lindy rages McNasty down a sweet line. We wrecked it for the helicopters that landed on us. Oh no you din't! Yes we did. I in particular was sure to fall down and roll around a bunch. Oh no you din't!
Later, Ol' IROC gave it to another slope pretty hard. We're not sure what he was doing exactly, but it wasn't pretty and not for brogs.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Red Pine Teepee Cornice
Chad, Matt, Eric, et moi: Dropping a cornice on the Red Pine Teepee run.
Then we skied it. And it was good.
Here's a picture of this run from the bottom taken on the Day of Teepee Discovery on January 19: With Chief El Barto
Get da movie fo yoself here.
Then we skied it. And it was good.
Here's a picture of this run from the bottom taken on the Day of Teepee Discovery on January 19: With Chief El Barto
Get da movie fo yoself here.
Friday, February 1, 2008
Zero charisma!
Dave and I took a couple twilight runs from the Weather Station on Tuesday evening, just as the lastest snow storm was ramping up.
The clouds crept in and an airy light snow began draping itself silently on our feet as we shuffled our way back up. Every sound was muffled and distant in our goose-down aspen-pocked snowglobe. Our enchanted evening. Just Dave. And me. Like 'Mac and Me', the motion picture of my youth (1988) that no one ever remembers. Dave and I were engaged on an extraterrestrial plain - transcending this Earthly coil. A haze of softly dripping snow became a conduit for our souls. An inter-stellar wormhole through which no bounty-huntress could penetrate.
Just me, and Dave. A boy, and his alien.
Out of this world and into your heart. Yes, yes. I think so.
I'll be right here, Dave.
(truthfully I don't remember ever seeing 'Mac and Me' but it is inextricably part of my childhood. As are those commercial airplanes that collided over my house in Kearns and left human limbs perched in the trees and rain gutters of my neighborhood. Tragic, tragic. And quite disturbing. Even to this day I am deeply not interested in flying in a plane if it is going to crash into another plane in mid-air. They need a checkbox for that on Orbitz.com.)
The clouds crept in and an airy light snow began draping itself silently on our feet as we shuffled our way back up. Every sound was muffled and distant in our goose-down aspen-pocked snowglobe. Our enchanted evening. Just Dave. And me. Like 'Mac and Me', the motion picture of my youth (1988) that no one ever remembers. Dave and I were engaged on an extraterrestrial plain - transcending this Earthly coil. A haze of softly dripping snow became a conduit for our souls. An inter-stellar wormhole through which no bounty-huntress could penetrate.
Just me, and Dave. A boy, and his alien.
I'll be right here, Dave.
(truthfully I don't remember ever seeing 'Mac and Me' but it is inextricably part of my childhood. As are those commercial airplanes that collided over my house in Kearns and left human limbs perched in the trees and rain gutters of my neighborhood. Tragic, tragic. And quite disturbing. Even to this day I am deeply not interested in flying in a plane if it is going to crash into another plane in mid-air. They need a checkbox for that on Orbitz.com.)
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