Laws, Yes (that spells m-o-o-n) we could complain. No snow. Scary dry. 16 below zero. All that. Or, we could embrace the local hill, burn some corduroy, wonder what the hell they excavated from the face of Corona (see pic 3). It looks like a small meteor impact or maybe an elephant fell from space and dented THE SHIELD. No, they are busting ass to keep us having shit to slide on. AND - one of the few times I wll be psyched someone drove the gulch. Snowbikes excel in tire tracks. So, now, we plan, the X-Gross Snowbike commute - across the ice and into history. HAH. None of this matters, which is whay ALL of this matters.
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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January 16, 2013
No Complaints At All
Laws, Yes (that spells m-o-o-n) we could complain. No snow. Scary dry. 16 below zero. All that. Or, we could embrace the local hill, burn some corduroy, wonder what the hell they excavated from the face of Corona (see pic 3). It looks like a small meteor impact or maybe an elephant fell from space and dented THE SHIELD. No, they are busting ass to keep us having shit to slide on. AND - one of the few times I wll be psyched someone drove the gulch. Snowbikes excel in tire tracks. So, now, we plan, the X-Gross Snowbike commute - across the ice and into history. HAH. None of this matters, which is whay ALL of this matters.
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