Never dampened by the reality that 75% of the skate crew us under 12 years of age. A classic skate spot - and a classic dive. Such a great thing to road trip with the little men of the Kingsbury Clan.
Photo Albums
Panama 2006
- In the spirit of adventure and having new experiences together, the Missus and I rolled the dice on some informal recomendations and an ad from the back of Surfer Magazine for a 'Private Surf Island' off the coast of Panama. Suffice to say - we had a great, diverse crew on the island, scored some of the best - and longest waves - I have ever ridden and already have the island booked for next year. This is the DL from Morro Negrito - 2006.
'Round The Hood
- So, we live at 8,040 feet. We commute via bike some 17 - odd miles and 3,200 feet of vertical down to Boulder, most days. On the other days, we are running, skiing, snowboarding, hiking, drinking beer in the meadows and ridges around the house. The natural environment is something we are immersed in every day. This album is an attempt at reflecting on and capturing some of the beauty that we are immersed in every day. After a decade and a half of this - I am just getting warmed up and feel like a tourist seeing it for the first time every day. All these photos are in the hood - in the yard. It's a hellofa yard.
Colorado Trail 2004
- In August of 2004 an assortment of riders from Nederland, Belgium and Northern California set out to ride some 320 miles of trails across the amazing state of Colorado. This is their story.
Snow
- Being that we live at 8,040 feet, weather, and snow are both a huge part of life. We shovel it, ride through it, ride on it, pray for it, curse it. We love it. Whether it's burying the ramp, blowing into hug lip launches at Edlora or carrying us over a cornice in some distant part of the state - it is a huge part of our constitution.
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December 29, 2009
December 27, 2009
Butter Bowl
The only cool thing about driving the 2 hours to Orlando on a Saturday night at midnight - is the fact that The Park in Melbourne is on the way, open, and one of the funnest bowls in the country. Skating saves. Skating offers energy even way past my bedtime. I heart skating.
December 19, 2009
December 18, 2009
It. Is. A. Wrap.
To say it was/is a year to remember - well - understatement of the decade.
Between the Solo Miles, the web tv shows, the FORGING of both personal relationships and NEW terrain (metaphorical and literal) holy shit. I gotta say - I have suffered an epiphany. That epiphany - is that - every day - today - tomorrow - they are oysters - ripe - so full of joy and love and opportunity and experience and depth and color and richness that no one can imagine.
I will not try to encapsulate it all - but I will say - to my friends and my family - I owe you my life - my psyche - my eternal youth - my verve - my chi - my energy and my desire to burn from now until whenever I get snuffed out. It is imminent. On a long enough time line, all of our life expectancy's drop to Zero. May we learn.
I don't pray. But - prayers to S.C. Can't wait to ride with you in the New Year dude. Heal. Up. Our thoughts are with you.
December 12, 2009
No One in this famly ski's - but we all slide
Tough to teach the kid to slide - on skis - when neither of us ski. So, we improvise. He's been riding my board - we rocked the full 1,600 feet of Eldora's face last week - together - on one board. Problem is - that's illegal. Beer favors and relationships aside - it's not a long term solution. So, The Dude of Dudes was up on skis today with 2 clueless parent who only know how to knuckle drag. He literally stepped off the lift - and killed it. Made me proud. Now we have to get him on an evolved sliding device - like a nice fatty 168. Bwahahahahahah.
Skis or board, in area or backcountry - hell - he can rock the nordic shit and smuggle almonds all day. The kid will grow up with a ski area - in his yard. I can think of nothing cooler.
December 10, 2009
Embrace The S(ub)Lime
Squeaky, quiet, bizarre, a little scary. Had to go full face and goggles about 4 miles from the office. Something about the plains - and how the cold holds to the flatter land. There is sometimes a 10 degree difference between Boulder and The Middle-Eastern-Paradise of Gunbarrel. It sure felt like that today.
Chaos abounds in this building. In the world - as we PREPARE FOR THE HOLIDAYS. We asked for no gifts - and gave only goats and chickens to families in need all over the world. The flock - GROWS.
December 09, 2009
The Angel of Winter
4 degrees below zero this morning with 40+mph winds. The weather has me feeling like I live on Ice Station Zebra. Thankful for the gym, and the treadmill - even - whoaaaaaa. Thankful for a roof and a gift certificate to The Hungry Toad. Cheese, meat and beer. That's what this is all about.
December 06, 2009
Man's Search For Meaning
So, what do we have here? A young man with a very special Bomber Pocket (wrap yourself in beer - not bombs - that's all I got to say); a pretty flower; a YOUNGER man with a little yella pils at a tasting in the Great Out Doors (G.O.D) in the high life of a Colorado summer; Another, we shall say medium aged man staring off of a place - actually the place on the thing that brings the stuff to the place....all of these folks...looking for one thing and one thing alone: WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS ALL MEAN??????
As I corral photos in the sub-zero weather of our current meteorological experience, I am creating tow albums, digitally - as it were - of the year. I do a Quinn - Year of Quinn kinda thing each year. This year - I am also doing a 'The Year in Trails and outdoor'. Family, and outdoors. These are the two primary focuses of my life. Not in that order, actually in reverse. BUTT.....these are the cornerstones of living. They are - as far as I can teel - WHY WE ARE HERE. To see the seasons transition, and the kid go from saying 'goo-goo' and crapping himself to saying: "If a T-Rex eats trees and meat - does that make him an Omnivore".
I do not parallel our journey with that of Mr. Frankel who I so humbly borrow the title of this post from. We are not living in the Holocaust. We are so STUPID lucky - that we worry about what suspension we are running and Quinn will be ripping turns this season alone and if the trails will be closed or open or if we can find a way from here to there in the woods. This - THIS - is our burden. And I mean to represent. Like, carry this fricking torch. And with the bar that The Missus sets, and the bar that Quinn sets and the bar that MY FRIENDS (yes, I have a precious few) Set and that of my co-workers - AKA other best friends - this is high fricking bar. I aim to do good/well and make a difference.
This - is my quest.
December 05, 2009
Dark Season Recon
Had a pretty good cold all week. The cold that comes every year at this time that says: "DAVE - you do not need 6 hours of anaerobic exercise every day of the year. Back down, chill, relax. You'll be chasing Rabbit (s) soon enough. So, I had some great rides this week, we have been in some interesting weather in the single digits with high winds and such and looking at 4 days of heavy snow and sub-zero temps right now right now...So - the MAPS and the HISTORY BOOKS call - and we must - dive in and suss out places we would NEVER go when there is dry trail on earth. Little by little we will knocj these areas back...learn...listen...look...for signs of man from some - what - like 140 years ago. Back when everybody rode singlespeeds and high speed really wasn't an option.
An inspired day out there. I am glad there are a few others that share my passion for the lost side of lost. If you are never 'found' - which is an illusion for anyone with a brain - you can never be 'lost' get it. It's all just the trip.
Onward.
December 04, 2009
Whatta Week.....
Freezing pilots. 12 degree below rides, inducing chest ailments. Speaking if chest ailments.
OHMY. Onward, Inward.
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