There is something quite satisfying about getting in a morning ski and then coming home, starting a fire in the woodburning stove and watching the temperature rise inside as it plummets outside. A Canadian cold front has moved into the… Continue reading

You can't help but go into the mountains sometimes and be awestruck. Today was one such day. Elaine and I were heading up for a little afternoon backcountry ski session when, we noticed, on the divide, a fractureline. Absolutely sheer.… Continue reading

Wishful thinking. Continue reading

A super fun day skiing up at Loveland, and a rather eclectic cross-section of the Nederland population as the group. Myself, Elaine, a girl Mariah who goes to Montana State and used to be on the nordic team, Mariah's dad… Continue reading

As some readers may know, there was a lot of drama in my personal world the past couple years. And while I've tried to keep it private – because honestly that's where it belongs – sometimes snippets creep out here.… Continue reading

The early bird catches the worm, and the early bird also gets to break trail for everybody else through a foot and a half of fresh. So it is. Headed up to the old ghost town yesterday in the dark… Continue reading

My wife and best friend (same person) went up to the Fowler-Hilliard Hut Thursday and Friday this week. It was Elaine's first ever hut trip and she slayed it. We got to Camp Hale, home of the former 10th Mountain… Continue reading

Scrumptous trip, with more photos and words to come. Off to ski before work, because my stoke for this sport has never been higher. Continue reading