And the blitz continues. After what can only be described as the scratchiest ski of the season last night…well, the heavens opened up today. Our goal this morning was simple: head as far back into the Wilderness as possible. But,… Continue reading

The world needs another Edward Abbey. It needs a voice for the Wilderness…a Vox Clamantis in Deserto. In this time of shooting wolves and bears and coyotes for fun, fracking to the point where cities nowhere near fault lines are… Continue reading

Don't go out the dark we're told. Bad things happen in the dark. But I find, more and more, that heading into the mountains in the dark with the right group of friends is an energizing and wonderful experience. Elaine… Continue reading

One of the most sacred and joyous times in backcountry skiing is the skin rip. It signifies success in making it to the top of the mountain, and it's the flair before the act of flying down the mountain. A… Continue reading

Elaine and I are fairly inseperable as anybody who reads about our outdoor adventures can gather. It's one of the best things about this partnership, having somebody who I can do just about anything with. It's awesome. There are days,… Continue reading

A couple days in a row now, Elaine and I have expanded our skiing adventures to get way back up in the mountains. Places we normally only venture to in the summer. Two observations: 1. In my opinion, the mountains… Continue reading

At 4 am, the village sleeps. Two headlights stir from the north side of the valley, joined in their illumination by the Milky Way galaxy – Orion, the Dippers, Nahga. Six-inches of fluff puffs away like talcom powder with our… Continue reading

100 mph winds predicted for tomorrow. Six inches of new snow. What's that equate to?  Heinousness predicted tomorrow morning. And yet, the stoke is high, as Elaine does Victoria Secret pajamas right by waxing up for the adventure. The 8th… Continue reading

New Years resolution – write and create everyday, even on days with 15 hours of travel, delayed flights, overly inquisitive border guards and cramped sardine flights. Stories to tell, but first…sleep. Day started with a sunrise skin, ended in Nelson,… Continue reading