Alta Backcountry: Living and Exporing in Wild Places

  • Passage of white and orange

    Last night was windy and chilled. Lit up the fire, turning our home into orange hew of comfort in a galaxy of black. 34° outside, 70° in. Smell of woodsmoke in the air, but more significantly, the smell of snow.… Continue reading

  • All I want for Christmas…

    …are the tools and supplies to do this. Make my own skis, make skis for my friends, and possibly sell a few? Wow, that would be a dream come true.  Continue reading

  • This woman is a bad ass

    She used to be my coach – I was the impossible student – and we travelled together up to the Soggy Bottom 100 in 2007. Her resume reads strong – she may be the most accomplished female rider in the… Continue reading

  • Orienteering!

    Elaine and I just signed up for an orienteering race this weekend here in Nederland. We'll see how it goes! Continue reading

  • Six seconds

    The woods…they are simply spectacular right now. The leaves, carpeting the soil, glistening with bubbles of moisture, beaded up like marbles in a corner. And the smells…earthy, wet, rotting leaves. The trails were tacky and coated, and for a second,… Continue reading

  • Short

    Nice morning. I don't have to be at work till noon today, so went for a little longer jaunt. Up over the top, down the Gulch, along the old railroad grade, back up to the sweet singletrack, down through the… Continue reading

  • Stella

    The third member of our crazy family! Continue reading

  • Life is better

    There was a strange event at Neptune yesterday. Or maybe not strange for somebody who has worked a lot of retail, but I have not, so to me it was strange. I caught a thief yesterday, and it wasn't your… Continue reading

  • Catalog

    I always get excited when the new Patagonia catalog comes in the mail. Not so much for the things I plan to purchase – it's been quite awhile since I have purchased any new item of clothing – but because… Continue reading

  • Wash

    Alas my trusty companion failed me at the most inopportune time. No, not that companion (I could hear the proverbial cheering in the background from the naysayers upon reading that sentence – sorry…check back in fifty years folks) – I… Continue reading