These are the darkest days of the year for a morning athlete. Officially today the sun rose at 7:30 am, which, thanks to the time change tomorrow, is about the same as it will rise on December 21. On the… Continue reading

Fine tuning for the season. We've been skiing three times so far this season, just enough to figure out what the weaknesses are versus the strengths. My personal analysis – pretty good strength in the legs, poor flexibility. Felt it… Continue reading

Day one of November. Day two of skiing so far this season. Someday soon I will get a small, cheap camera that will allow me to shoot some skiing images this winter. For what a winter it shall be. But… Continue reading

Clearly one of us has artistic skill and one of us doesn't. Elaine made the sweet skier with the moon and cloud, while I created a ridiculous looking Cheshire Cat smiling Jack-o-lantern. Happy Halloween! Continue reading

The pick-up truck bounces awkwardly as we maneuver down the rocky, snow-covered jeep road. It's a Wednesday afternoon and after two straight days of clinics learning about skis and boots, where reps spoke of thermo-lined-this, carbon-reinforced-that and how their product… Continue reading

Elaine and I live in a caboose at 8,690 feet above sea level. We're not really the typical married couple – (obviously this is not the only reason) – in this regard. It's a unique place to live and always… Continue reading

It's nothing major, but for me it's progress. I had my quickest ride up to Caribou of the fall this morning, and that's a good harbinger with ski season right around the corner. I'm not completely sure how well just… Continue reading

There was a moment on my ride today, near the end after a long chilly descent from Caribou, where I entered a patch of dirt road basked in sunlight. To the left, a small pond with a glaze of ice… Continue reading

A quiet world lies below; a single tent nestled in a dense grove of trees. One girl sits in the contented solitude on a rock overlooking the landscape, arms wrapped tightly around long john – clad legs. Her gaze absorbs… Continue reading