cracking the historical code of the magnolia universe. One trail at a time.
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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September 30, 2011
September 29, 2011
The Heart of The Commute
This is my commute. Regardless of what I have spent my days doing for the last 22 years - I have come home to this. And now - come home to an amazing family, inspirational - um- vivacious kid and a wife I could have crafted in my dreams. Between me and realit there is this 'thing' that is a buffer, magnifier, amplifier, window, filter....fuck...it's a lotta things. Right now it is nature screaming so loud in so many ways and expressing HERself...that I am humbled and shocked to even be able to witness it first hand on a daily basis. Whatever happens in life, I will always have this commute. And there is no more amazing gift in the world.
September 28, 2011
Legends of the Fall
Fashion by Q. A co-worker of mine used to say...dress for the job you want, not the job you have. She followed that with the observation that I must be gunning for janitor. I am not sure what Q is after here...but I am DAMN PROUD.
Got wicked ass lost on purpose this am and carried some 700 vertical feet down a cliff side to determine that there are actually NO VIABLE trail choices there. Hah! Great to have the verve to carry and get lost.
The evening capped with a lovely dinner of LOST WORLD eggplant and zuchini. Be it ever so humble, there really is, no place like home.
September 27, 2011
EVERYDAY
Lift me up love, from the bottom, up to the top Lord, everyday
Jump in the mud of love, get yourself dirty, love it up Lord, Everyday
September 26, 2011
Back To The Grind
Ah. It's just a knoll. They are only leaves. And Mountains. And Dirt. And Rocks. But it's MY knoll (ok, ours). It is a mythical and hypothetical junction of 2 trails, neither of which really 'exist' in the 'trail' sense of the word. In that way, they technically connect - nothing. As if they come from nowhere, and end up nowhere, then they are - nowhere? The first shot - 100% un-touched by photoshop. I was just kind of stopped in my tracks. Coming around. Feeling human and feeling that connection to the fricking EARTH that keeps me alive and breathing. Without it, I would be lost.
September 25, 2011
This Little Valley
He keeps getting taller. And the seasons keep getting more spectacular and passing even faster than one could imagine. Isn't it nice to be home again. This little valley....is paradise.
September 20, 2011
Get your ass off my trail
Hah!
Rural
I was right behind the duendes this morning.
Lips of Science. Lips of Faith.
Monday recon, roust and ride. The higher you go, the more vague it gets. And it, keeps getting better. Fitness@ marveling, and rightly so, that we can have a casual conversation up an 1,800 foot climb. That folks, is livin'.
September 18, 2011
September 14, 2011
12 months
Almost to the day. Many folks in the hood referred to the fire we had last September as we all watched the clouds and fog this am. Thanks, Bob. I will take FOG for 500.
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