Pass, WA. Photo: Elam
also: ChairX goes Hi-Fi
The act or state of expecting: ANTICIPATION
Salt wanted an Oompa Loompa now, daddy! She wanted a golden goose
now, daddy! She didn t want to wait. She wouldn t settle for anything
To pamper excessively, to coddle
year, I went to Alta. I arrived on Sunday. Early Wednesday morning,
mother nature released the mother load. Four inches an hour for
nine hours. Thursday, the resort was closed. Friday was a blue bird
singing sweetly to the tune of thirty-six inches of fresh Wasatch
To free from illusion
I am to blame for living the illusion. I went back to Alta this
year expecting the same fat powder session I experienced last year.
The snow wasn't there. Sure the first three days were good. Better
than most days at my local hill, but nowhere near the high water
mark of last year or the year before. When you are lucky enough
to descend through 2,000 feet of thirty-six inches of fluff, you
locals only ski the fat days because they can. They have that luxury.
I ski in the rain. I ski once or twice a week. Some days it s good.
Usually the hill is skied out and hard. Poor me, whatever. I m still
skiing. The views, when you can see, are amazing. And when it's
sunny and clear here in the Northwest, there s no place quite like
it. Poor me. I m skiing.
To limit oneself in requirements
bummed that Alta didn't get a huge fluff producing storm, and I
even whined a bit to my buddy. He understood my pain, however surface
it may have been. I went to Utah on vacation. I skied some of the
most challenging terrain around, and I had fun. Sure the snow wasn't
heroic, but I was skiing. Obviously, the conditions can t be perfect
all the time, but to be out there doing what you love to do, in
any conditions, is the goal. No matter what. I want the deep pow.
I might even need it on some level, but what I really need is to
ski, to be out in the mountains dropping knees.
13 No 5:
Down the fall
and tight spots
we take leaps
have an intimate
look at gravity
snow and vertical
we ride on
RE - EVOLVE
The power of
the snow is that it personifies a power that is in your nature.
When you find that level, then you are in play. Birth to death.
Going in my pants then I'm going in the toilet then I'm going in
my pants. Everything moves in circles.
are making a comeback and my new ride's dimensions are 78-55-82.
plastic, all fours to upright, two planks to one board, locked down
From the walk
up to the drive thru, long, skinny boards to 120mm tips and 110mm
tails, from car to bike. We are improving.
We carve our
lines all over the world. We lay them down, make our impression
in the snow and create an essence. We descend into a moment in time,
and if no one is there to see it or ski it, it's gone.
the memory of the rider(s), these lines help us to move forward.
In search of the same, we travel new paths, engage in what we believe.
phenomena- Can you relate?
change and everything can't stay the same. If you want to evolve
within, make a choice and embrace your decision.
A process doesn't
have to be but it is. I want a place to hang my hat. Choosing one
can be difficult. I am also a member.
The "for" group,
the "against" group, the "anti-against group", your own group. Change
the rules. Who keeps track anyway? I try to evolve and keep my faith
constant. I adapt to what the hill throws at me and use what I want,
plastic and enough ski surface to float a car on the lightest day.
I go willingly
into the light or the darkness. The whole world is a progression
of interrelated phenomena.
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