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Our training has paid off. Along with our hourly trips to Avalon to catch the swell as it comes through. Some fun waves. Navigating the SUP board - 12 feet of it - with numb hands was pretty interesting and kind of a rush. Long live the energy of the ocean.
Yep. Still here. 4 days of yoga this week. I am slowly becoming more and more reliant on the 75 minutes of breathing and moving to move through my days with at least SOME shade of grace. Note - I say SOME. But - getting addicted to yoga - is not very yogic. Yet, here I find myself seeking it out in other cities (I have done yoga in Atlanta; Portland; Austin and Indianpolis in the last two weeks). It was cool to do yoga on the day the world was gonna end - or maybe just usher in a new era of consciousness - hopefully. For the culture that created tweets of dicks - we could sure use an upgrade on civility, consciousness, kindness and love. Big Fat Bike ride for my birthday tomorrow from the shop. Gonna go mush down Sherwood so we can start the weekly nite rides come the first of the year.
Pretend I am free to go.....
I could pretend I could leave. Yup. People say - Oh - you must have so much equity in your house - since you bought in '89. Back when there were shotguns instead of Audi's. Well, secret's out. I can't leave. I love the wind and the weather and the snow and the cold and the dark and the light and the groomers and the chowder in the trees. And every day that I invest into this place, the debt I owe it becomes alittle more deep and meaningful. 15 years ago I had to put a price to it. Had the joboffer of a lifetime in San Juan Dickhead, California (cation). The reality I came to then - smae as now - was that I'd rather wash dishes and suck dick ay THe PI, before I would take a 7 figure income on the west coast. Long live Ned. And the wind. And my OPTIMISTIC friends. It is possible to hate on anything, or to LOVE everything. I am a lover, not a fighter. May it ever be thus.
xo. Motherfuckers. We live in paradise. Every single day. Stop bitching and embrace the shit.
Yes, in the sleeper category....occasionally we highlanders get a free one. And this was it. Dry and 50 in Boulder. 12+ inches at Eldo with a minimal gathering of starving powder hounds present. Some REAL snow. FINALLY! A great vibe in the 'crowd' assembled to worship at the throne of the rock. Just like that, it's sliding season. Hallelujah.
Where in chapter one we brave The Rock and are very appreciative of all the hard work they are doing up there to keep us jokers on snow. Quinn lived up to his rep as 'The wind up shawn white' and shralped top to bottom from the get go. So cool to watch him get stronger and bigger and better.
Chapter 2 - back to the woods. I'd rather be shoveling, but raking now means that when we get back out there (if winter ever does shut us down) that the trails will be supple and buttery and fast and amazing. 3.5 hours today in a rough and windy 20 degrees. I feel like I am 'used' to the cold now, but damn the descent home was rather chilly. One more week of work, then a couple off. Looking forward to that. Getting on a full Q schedule and surfing and skating and golfing and playing in the pool.
I believe there was a saying in the Middle Ages that went something like: When the Pig is good, the life is good. Lotsa fried pig this am and the FIRST day of the year t the rock. Typically I would have about 20 days by now - but the trails have been oh-so-good, and the snow - oh-so-not there that I have been spending a lot of time on the bike - here in the 10th month of this year's riding season here at 8,400 feet. Bizarre. True. Rallied for the hill for Miss Kim's B'day (we love you) and hung with the b'day girl and the man of joe for some sliding and Salto Coffe. A great day. Blummoxed with the dude. Got out for a 2 hour ride and some work....all in all - a fine day. Surf and turf. Does not get better.
Yes, 2,300 feet of climbing on the single in January - does indeed hurt. I am slow and fat and tired. But the trails are dry and fast and CALLING. So, ride we must. Colorado is at 41 percent of snowpack. Less than half. Regardless, the time has come to slide and slide we must as it is Miss Kim's Birthday and the Eldo Trio of The Joe Man, and The Miss Kim and the me must reunite and slide indeed.
Racing home. From some ass-like airport somewhere in the middle of the country. Or, yesterday - racing home form Austin - which does not suck. Austin out-does Boulder on the ironic hipster scale - which is hard to do. But eating a breakfast burrito yesterday after a great dinner at The Woodland and staying at the pukishly hip (yet quiet and chill and perfect for Ukelele playing) Hotel San Jose. Gotta say. A bad day in Austin - might just be better than a good day at the office. Raced home tonite and TT'd upthe PERFECTLY MANICURED switchbacks of natural gas. Did my 1,000 foot penance to get to Euphoria before sunset. Ride 3 rangers. Sign in and suck down beer and Justin's Nut Butter and Kate's Real Food. Load the lights up and drop to the hose in utter, udder darkness. Night riding is like playing a video game. Until you hit a tree. Alone at nite is particularly cool. The sharp end, as it were. Lovely. Countdown to ectasy for the holidays and FLorida waves and skate and sun and family. No more planes for work this year. God Bless AMerica. And god bless the fun park.
Ya never know what you are going to see. People - probably not. It was 4 degrees this morning and it peaked at 11 when I went out about 11. Squeaky snow, amazing animal tracks and it's one thing to THINK you are out there with the animals and no people. It is yet another thing to KNOW you are the only person out there. Crazy tracks all over the place. My fav was this cat that crossed my tracks between lap 1 and lap 2 on the Tolle Rode. The amazing thing was the moose tracks. They are digging it up in there like nobody's business. I have seen the mom and the kid once. Today I smelled them, and heard them, but never saw them. Their impact in the woods is amazing. It looks like a buuldozer has been through when they rock on by.
LAST work trip of the year tomorrow. A casual 30 hours in Austin. Found the yoga studio we will be relying on, found a great dinner and place to stay. Packing the mandolin as it has been singing to me lately. All in all, things look pretty outstanding as soon as my sinus hairs un-freeze, I should be good to go.
YO
Really, what is it that we need? Cameraderie. Solidarity. A sense of shared mission. Maybe some hot beverages to survive the 21 degree ride, and some cold ones, after. And FIRE. Warmth. Companionship. I do believe this is all we need. The rest is useless fucking window dressing.
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