Lift Skiing: Let the Circus Begin!

Knee droppers, knuckle draggers, sit skiers and two-plankers are carving where the snow is soft, sliding where it’s icy, and smiling in the lift line. [Read More]

Rock and Snow: Just Say Yes

“Shall I ski or shall I climb now? If I ski there will be trouble, if I climb it will be double.” [Read More]

Skyland Boulders: Highballs, sunshine, sorority girls, footwear and French accents. Wanna ride bikes?

The pragmatically pointless pursuit of holding onto tiny things and getting a good scare from gravity illuminates a certain freedom to me – the freedom growing out of the notion that maybe life is one big Cosmic Joke and somewhere Buddha and Jesus are laughing a big-bellied laugh, and play and fun are the key to the lock. And in the light of that freedom, humor just spills out of and all over everything. [Read More]

The Gothic Spoon

Last winter I looked at the Spoon daily … I saw it on my way to and from work, out my bedroom window in the morning, and sometimes beneath my eyelids at night. I’m a fairly conservative backcountry skier safety-wise, so skiing it mid-winter scared me. Finally, in March – with my long-time friend and ski buddy, Reilly – I got to see it right beneath my BD Nunyos and blurring past my peripheral. [Read More]