Monday, December 28, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
I front flipped off of a second story balcony into a snow bank last night (sorry, Mom, but I had to). And I stomped the landing. Crested Butte is a little bit ridiculous. The coolest part: my roommate Anna followed suit. She's rad.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I've added a snorkel to my Christmas wishlist (not really, Mom - please don't buy me a snorkel). 40 inches in the last week - that's waist to chest for the average person. Living here sure is fun. I had probably the best riding day of my life yesterday, with the exception of every day on the MMC2P4 (the Mighty Mighty Coast To Coast Peak To Peak Pow Palooza) trip (that will NEVER be duplicated), and am looking forward to raising the bar with CB3 (the Crested Butte Boarding Bonanza) in LESS THAN 2 WEEKS (!).
Monday, December 7, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Today I am thankful for a lot, most recently the terrain park team at CB putting in the hard work to supply me with some jibs for a few morning laps on Thanksgiving. The only thing finer is a powder day Christmas. Which is hopefully on the menu this year.
Yesterday was opening day, and was a blast. New friends, a jib park, and a big costume party (I rode part of the day as a big orange M&M, and the ladies loved what I was putting down - I was a finalist). Unfortunately, I was having to much fun (or is that fortunately?) to make it down for the finals, which were won by a guy with a bottle of whiskey in his hand and a sledding saucer strapped to his back wearing a neon one-piece. I never had a chance. I had a great time yesterday, and cannot wait to share some of the fun to be had out here with my friends and family in the next month. I start work tomorrow for the mountain, and have a training client in the afternoon. I am very thankful for the ability to work here and make a living in this town - I plan on working to do just that for some time to come.
Other things I am thankful for (in no particular order):
- my family (all of you, from my brother to my godsisters)
- Chris Bell's "I Am The Cosmos" (thanks, Adam)
- mountains, oceans, and long empty roads
- my friends (obviously the very best in the world - come visit everyone)
- football (the foundation of Thanksgiving before the pilgrims showed up)
- Tim Ferris (for the wakeup call)
- Apple products
- Nutella spread
- the RIDICULOUS weather in Crested Butte (bluebird or snowing EVERY DAY)
There's a lot more I am thankful for, but I'm going to show my thanks by living a little bit and not spending too much time in front of a computer. Ask me sometime.
Here's to my family and friends with whom I could not be with today, either due to measurable distance or due to the fact that you have moved on to another life. I love you all and am thankful for every one of you.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
One full week has passed since my last blog, and I'd like to apologize to all of my readers for this transgression. Due to an abundance of work-oriented motivation and a ridiculous amount of fun being had in Colorado, I have been unable to sit down and update the blog. The last week has been full of ups and downs ranging from minor bumps and smiles to very distressing news and total euphoria. It's been a little nuts - in the best way possible. Life is an interesting deal, but so unreasonably rewarding. I'm enjoying mine.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
This town rules. It's sunny, and the perfect temperature for a last stand of fall before winter hits. Although blindingly anxious for snow and winter, I'm enjoying the fact that I get a taste of the different seasons here in town. Cycling here is unbelievable (coming from the east coast) - the amphitheater surrounding Crested Butte is out of a Colorado brochure. I rode all the way around to the back side of the mountain yesterday to get a look at the Teocali side. It is indeed ridiculous (see photos at left). A lot of it looks really, really fun though, and accessible even at my Colorado-beginner level of riding. That being said, I've already come to realize (without even starting to ride the mountain) that this place has what I'm looking for: I can't reach the ceiling here. For the last 6 years of my snowboarding life, I've had a total grasp on all the possibilities afforded by my local mountain. That is definitely not the case here. From my bedroom window alone I can see a dozen lines that are entirely beyond my skill level at this point in my life. And I'm thrilled about that. Jake Burton has said for years that if you're not scaring yourself at least a little bit every day that you're on a snowboard you're not doing it right.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
I'm blogging by firelight. And it's my fire. My home here in Crested Butte has a fireplace. This is pretty much the best quality of life I could ask for. I can't wait to share this place with my family and friends. I've never been so focused to make something work (at least not since Still Pink); I'm going to pour myself into this gym and be successful here. I'm not giving up my desire to be completely mobile and travel all over this huge planet, but I recognize that this place is everything I want right now. It may hold true for years, and I may get the itch to keep moving by May. But I'm going to give this place a chance. The mindset here is incredible. The whole community pulls together. I gave a girl a ride from the town up to the mountain today. A hitchhiker. This is commonplace here in Colorado - locals hitchhike all over the place; from the bottom of the passes back to the summits while they chase backcountry turns, from town to town, from neighborhood to neighborhood. Everyone is on foot or on a bike. The shuttles are popular. No one drives unless they need to transport massive amounts of skis, boards, or other equipment. I drove my car to get groceries today and felt like a tourist. But I took note, and won't be doing that again. I live here now.
My home is a third story condo at the foot of the mountain. It sits about 500 yards from the lifts, on the west side of Mt. Crested Butte. I have a balcony, from which I can see over a dozen peaks in the surrounding Colorado Rockies. I have a fireplace. I can see the top of the mountain and the majority of the westward and northern facing slopes from my bedroom window. My shower has great water pressure. I'm looking forward to the bike ride into town tomorrow morning - it should be in the mid 30s and sunny. I haven't seen a cloud since I arrived on Halloween. I'll try and keep the pictures coming.
This entry is a few days removed from my experience at the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs, Colorado, but my time there was so significant I want to take the time to write about it.
I have never heard a name so befitting a place in my entire life. This park is one of the most awe-inspiring places I have ever been in my entire life. At the time I was there I would have been hard pressed to put any place above it in that hierarchy, but seeing Crested Butte on a bluebird day is enough to at least give me pause. Regardless, the Garden of the Gods is incredible. It's a HUGE park that is as pure and raw as you could want, with a latticework of roads and hiking paths cutting up it's landscape into a hundred factions. There are a dozen or so absolutely remarkable boulder formations that are indescribable (although I've tried via the photos at left). Pike's Peak adorns the horizon to the west, and is a towering giant of a summit. The scale of everything is astounding. To add to my enjoyment of this great place, I am on two wheels. This ride, although brief and solo, is my favorite bike ride to date. I hope none of my riding buddies take offense to this statement - I don't mean to depreciate any other ride I've ever been on. But I rode the very same roads in the Garden of the Gods that my dad pedaled on years ago. On the same bike he rode that day. The duality is humbling, but I am filled with a sense of genuine satisfaction at this thought. I feel as though I was where I was supposed to be during that ride. Fulfilling a bit of my destiny. I can't wait for my next ride with my Dad.
Dad, if you're reading this, bring your bike to Japan and I'll come ride with you there. I promise.
On the ride back to the Olympic Center in Colorado Springs, I stopped at the Colorado Springs Bike Shop. Sort of an iconic place - it's comparable to going to an authentic surf shop in California, or a pizza joint in Chicago. Cycling is not met with a vigor and enthusiasm anywhere in the United States more so than in Colorado Springs, Colorado. It's a very, very cool place. I took a photo of a really awesome old school bike that was in the lobby. Enjoy. On to Crested Butte!
UPDATE: Blogger isn't agreeing with my desire to add pictures to this post, so I'm going to post them separately. Stay tuned.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
These photos are of my new home in Crested Butte. Some aren't of my home, but were taken from my balcony - I'm trying to give you all an idea of how crazy this really is. The photo of the peak taken through the window was shot from my bed. I swear. Enjoy.