powder day!?

magic snow. on friday you could see the cloud line hanging across the much higher western ridge, moisture getting run-out of the air and stretching for only a mile or two as a wall of cloud before dissipating into rolling squalls, blue sky in spots above our house on the eastern slopes only a few miles from a solid dump in the mtns. saturday it clouded up and snowed in earnest up high, then on sunday blue skis greeted us in the morning. i was all smiles knowing a patch of powder may still be left for those desperate enough - and a minivan packed full of fanatics would be by shortly to take me to it. with only a few runs open the lower groomed slopes were crowded, but one moguled black was ready; the organgrinder was sweet! snow guns were going full bore, making the snow thick; get too far forward on the board and it'd take you down in a spiraling cartwheel, too far back and you're flying full-out, legs not quite ready this early in the season to get on the brakes. 2hrs was enough for my first day...

stick season

things have been hectic, not a lot of riding, it's weird without it, without the quiet time, the efforts, the need to eat everything, but it's coming back around. i started working here


and steady cx bike rides of early fall disappeared under a sea of chores, school, work, and plenty of solid socializing to make the previously mentioned flow great; but once again, come fall, i couldn't find time to race cx; seems like a waste of fitness, a whole season's worth of rides turned to potatoes in a month.


but, life is re-sorted and it's nice to be riding more than before; the commute doesn't suck one bit. a few miles of dirt rd to a few miles of winding back road pavement, open views of the mtns the whole way. while i was away from riding the past month, leaves were exchanged for bare branches; stick season is on.

waiting on the snow now. more anxious than i can remember. and i'm psyched to be psyched for it; it's fun, like a kid waiting on xmas.


hunting season is on, trails closed. dirt routes that were warm-ups in summer are full work-outs now. rollers have become climbs... and so it goes full circle once again. soon, i'll be really out of shape and dreaming of ramping it back up. maybe i am already. it always seems to happen naturally. ride when i can. ride more. then some more. then even more. race here. race there. enjoy big fitness. life catches up. no time to ride. then it starts all over...