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Hogum Days
Each year for Christmas my girlfriend Anna is given a voucher for a night at the Cliff Lodge at Snowbird. It’s quite a treat. We hit all of the local watering holes; we swim under the stars in the hot tub. For a night we feel like we are part of skiing’s elite vacationers. But […]
Pfirst Time on the Pfeiff
After a winter of big storms and deep snow, March was like a faucet that has been cinched shut. We had finally dried up. And, after a couple weeks of high pressure, the mountains were firm but stable. While it wasn’t powder skiing, it meant green light for big lines that would otherwise be […]
Of Cows and Climbers
I cranked hard on my bike pedals through a cloudy soup of brown dust. It was a creek bottom torn up into a 4×4 farm road, and was not meant to be ridden by an old mountain bike. The track certainly wasn’t meant to be ridden by a dirtbag laden with climbing gear en route […]
