G:na

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May 18, 09:48 AM
Food for Thought Friday


Now, what are you doing this weekend?
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Psst! Remember, it's the last day to enter gear giveaway week...
May 18, 09:23 AM
Columbia and Teton Sports: Why You Want This
Some of you have been wondering more specifically what comes in the gear package so I thought we'd have a show and tell. 

Note: If you are just joining, this is a contest with great odds. :) All you gotta do is subscribe (use that "subscribe" button in the upper right side of the site) and leave a comment!

Here you are:

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Pretty sweet looking set up, yeah? I've tested both of these products; both companies sponsored my ongoing co-project: The Most Epic Trip last year and I've grown to love and trust both companies for listening to their users and wanting to make the best products out there. 

Columbia Compounder Shell: Men or Women's
Let's start with the jacket.  Since becoming part of Columbia's #OmniTen team (explanation from fellow team member Modern Hiker), I first gave the Columbia's Women's Compounder Shell a try while spring skiing. Though it was likely intended to handle rain and wind while hiking/biking/backpacking your favorite summer trail, it worked awesomely on the hill. It handled wind with no problem (never felt a stitch of it enter through the shell) and it kept clamminess at bay with its superior breathability. 

That's saying something when you're working hard schussing your way through sun-baked slush. 

Super light-weight, amazing fit as a woman (trim, sleek styling) and eye-catching design. Love the fabric, the fit, the everything. 

Men, you'll have the same. ;)

Teton Sports Outfitter XXL Quick Tent
Quick? Try "Lightning Fast." If one of your least favorite things about camping is setting up the tent, you need this tent. If you always find yourself setting up in the cold darkness of night, you need this tent. If you like to have cool things, you need this tent.

Teton Sports saved many a heated argument from occurring by donating one of their tents to The Most Epic Trip. Because we were already tired from the day's hiking and climbing, the last thing we wanted to do was search out a campsite in the dark, figure out poles, flys, stakes, etc. Take the major element out- the poles- and you've got yourself a deal. That's what Teton Sports has done. Simply grab the pull cord and... pull. You've got yourself a tent. 

I can set up their six man version in under a minute. Guess how long this one takes me? A whopping 20 seconds, single-handedly, out of the bag (sans fly and staking). This beauty has a full 360 and canopy view for sleeping under the stars and the fly, if you need it, allows for extra gear to be stored under its vestibule. And while this is rated as an American one-person tent, in Europe, it'd be a two person. Outdoorsy friends, you're healthy enough to do the European thing. 

Fast and lightweight enough for a weekend backpack trip. Clean styling. You'll love it. 
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So there you go, friends. The gear giveaway lineup. Go get it. 







May 16, 10:09 AM
Your 3 Things

Today you're going to tell me about you. Read on:

My buddy Joe Johnson being thrilled with life
Photo: Bob Legasa

There's usually a sea of activity swimming around us; outdoor pursuits, work, entrepreneurial endeavors, friends, chores, etc. But when it quiets down, I find certain thoughts come forward loud and clear; and they usually run the same gammut:

I want to be better.

It's not self-deprecating; on the contrary, I feel a surge of excitement the longer I dwell on this topic.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, 
to front only the essential facts of life, 
and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, 
and not, when I came to die, 
discover that I had not lived." 
-Thoreau

Did anyone else have the following experience? Going back to the ol' college days, you'd see the course catalog and spend days, literally, looking at the different classes and diving into the course descriptions, filling up the max 21 credits each semester. For me, I found my schedule filled with climbing and skiing courses mixed with natural sciences and some creative classes as a reward. 

I've come to realize that we in the outdoor community are filled with a thirst for knowledge which generally spurs on a desire to improve- either ourselves, our talents or the communities we live in. As much as we have a hard time sitting still physically, we generally have the same problem not being stretched mentally.

Since many of you are new here, I want to learn more about you. I'm curious about the three things  you want to master. 

Here are my three (of many):

1. Overcome fear- at least a portion of it. Fear hinders me on harder lead climbs and specific ski terrain (chutes and ice are my nemesis). It's the type of thing I'm capable of doing... if I weren't so chicken. (Which probably makes my mom happy.)

2. Carve out a time to volunteer- regularly. It just feels good. (Is that a selfish reason?)

3. Get back on the saddle. While easily figurative, I'm being literal. After my bikes were stolen a couple of summers ago, my biking gear has been sub-par and made me feel less-than-excited about biking. Enough with the excuses. This is my summer to get back to it.


Your turn- let's hear your three. It can be anything - a skill, a dream, a goal, a need. What is asking for attention in your life- what do you want to accomplish?


Psst! Remember, it's gear giveaway week!
May 17, 07:00 PM
Wanted: New River Gorge Climbing Partner- Apply Within


Look at the map. See that orange marker? That's where I am. See all that green? That's the New River Gorge. Ever heard of it? It has world-class climbing. Climbing takes partners. Herein lies my dilemma.

I arrived in West Virginia three days ago. This relocation was a semi-planned-turned-spur-of-the-moment work trip for which I was chomping at the bit to commence. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Utah, but my unrestrained gypsy-ness saw West Virginia as a ticket to escape being cooped up in Salt Lake for over two months. Besides, look at that map again... what climber wouldn't give up a hot, dry summer in the city for that kind of location? 

Want that.
Photo- New River, WV
So here I am. I want to get from Orange Marker to Green Polygon fully outfitted with a rope, shoes, harness, chalk AND a climbing partner. How is this accomplished? I've looked for local meetup groups- nope. I let people at work know I'm interested- nothing yet. I walked down Main Street- whoa! bad idea. (For propriety's sake, I'll spare details.)

This is where you come in, my outdoorsy, adventure-ish, oh-so-helpful community. If you were in my shoes, how would you make getting from point A to B happen?
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Psst! Remember- it's gear giveaway week here!


May 14, 11:05 AM
Gear Giveaway! Celebrate with Columbia and Teton Sports

You may notice things look a lil different around here. For the past couple of weeks, I've been preparing the site to celebrate a big event and today is the day:

* 250 posts and a five year birthday! *

Not only have I been preparing the site, but I've also been talking to my friends at Columbia and Teton Sports who are stoked you guys are celebrating with me. These guys were two big sponsors of The Most Epic Trip and are ready to throw gear your way for MY site's birthday. Awesome, yeah?

The Gear: 
Columbia is giving away a super-technical lightweight (and personal fave!) Compounder shell (check out men's or women's) while Teton Sports is giving away their Outfitter Tent which I can single-handedly set up in less than 30 seconds.

How to Get It:
Want to get your hands on the gear package? I bet you do... all you need to do is subscribe. Which, by the way, did you notice is a new feature on my site? That handy little "subscribe" text in the upper right-hand corner of the blog is a button that will get you entered for the gear. All you gotta do is fill out the parts marked with a star (Name, Email, you know, the usual...) and submit. Leave a comment below to give me a heads up that you've subscribed and you're in! 

Winner:
You're all winners. But by subscribing, you're even closer to being a winner of the gear package. The gear winner will be chosen randomly on Friday, May 18th (this week!), so make sure to get your subscriptions in!

Please play nice- I'd appreciate only one entry per person to give everyone a fair chance.
April 19, 04:56 PM
Back Home
Silver moonlit ocean
Sandy walks with friends
Night diving into black waves
Heat lightning jumping clouds

Phosphorescent boat rides
Smoke from Dad's charcoal grill 
Lore of the old Tomoka
Catching minnows with our hands

Beach-wind tousled hair
Tan lines on my shoulders
Smell of salty, humid air
Cold fried chicken in the cooler

Crisp December breezes
Mountain biking in the Hammock
Micanopy's ginger lemonade
Coquina-faced St. Augustine

Tubing down crystal springs
Cypress stumps at the bank
Grassy rivers of Paynes Prairie
Dark downpours at 3 o'clock

Grapefruit trees hanging low
Gators at the dock
Cicadas singing in the heat
Katydids after dark

Grits with butter on the table
My handsome little man
Chasing tidepool periwinkles
Making castles with wet sand

Stinging nettles at my ankles
Blinking stars in jars at night
Brave chameleons shaded by my hammock
Oak branches dipped with spanish moss

Turtle, frog legs and fried gator
Steak 'n Shake for lunch
Hush puppies served with surfer smiles
Watching waves from Snack Jack's table

Manatees and blue herons
Easter Sunrise Mass
The boardwalk lit with carousels
Jimmy Buffet cover bands

Lazy, open, big front porches
Publix subs in sandy flip flops
Pickled eggs in corner-store glass containers
Pickup trucks three times my height

Seven Mile Bridge over turquoise waters
Mangrove islands leaping from the shore
Hatchling turtles by the thousands
Sunrise, sunset: coast-to-coast.
My backyard river

April 18, 01:50 PM
Summer Nights
Photo: Hannah Allen

"We used to catch fireflies in mason jars. We used to go down to the county fair, listen to bluegrass in the summer air. And we danced all night as the rain came down; you held my hand as we slept on the ground...."

Some of the sweetest memories I have yet to have.
April 17, 11:07 AM
At Least I Have my Memories

A Facebook conversation with my cousin began when he viewed a photo of me, pick in the air and an exuberant smile plastered on my face, at the top of an ice climb this last winter. Icicles dangled all around me. He began by commenting, "Gosh, I'd be nervous of how sharp each of those icicles are..." and then, noting my safety precautions followed up with, "At least you have a helmet on...but those suckers could easily go right through your jacket/pants/etc."

I thought about it for a split second. Yes... it is true that icicles have been known to fall and kill people. I'd call it a freak accident, but the chance is there. But I was quickly lead to another thought, which I wrote in reply to him:

...And a rock could fall loose when I climb and an avalanche could be triggered when I ski, and a wave could take me under when I kayak and my brakes could fail when I mountain bike and a bear could eat me when I camp and I could lose my footing over a cliff when I hike... or I could die of a heart attack eating Cheetos and Twinkies on the couch. ;)
If it is my time to go, I'd rather die doing what I love with people I care about and enjoying life than in in "safety" with a mind full of memories fed to me from a tv on a shelf, lying on a couch full of crumbs. One makes you happy, healthy and vibrant. The other makes you fat, lazy and dull-minded. I'll take my chances with the icicles any day.



Go conquer.
April 16, 08:45 AM
Monday Morning Motivational

I like to post things that motivate me. If they motivate me, they likely will motivate you. At least, I like to think they will. Heck, you follow me. We must be somewhat similar...



Now go move. Shake up this week. Make things happen. Do that one thing that scares you. Make a mistake. Caution to the wind; go a lil crazy. Or a lot crazy.

Then let me know how it goes.

March 27, 04:29 PM
Checking Out

Yes, that's snow outside my window
A cold blue light is filtering through my window at the Orca Lodge in the Points North Heli-Adventures (PNH) compound. I have an hour to go until breakfast, a late start compared to the usual 7am on fly days. Sleeping in isn't something I'm looking forward to today- in fact, I'm not looking forward to any aspect of the day. It's the end of the week at PNH which means in just 180 minutes, I'll be checking out and saying goodbye to one of the most incredible opportunities I've had in my life.

"It's better to have loved and have lost than to never have loved at all" I am reminded as I write this. Ever since arriving in Utah as a newly independent 19 year old from Florida, I attached a fierce love to the mountains. As I grew more enamored, I wanted more of them; the bigger, more distant and more remote, the better. As soon as I reached one set of peaks, I wanted to go further and find the next range. My search was unquenchable- that is, until I found myself here in Alaska, flying into the wild Chugach range, with a group of strangers I now consider friends. It is in the Chugach that I found myself perfectly satisfied with the mountains around me, content to enjoy the splendor of the innumerable snowcapped peaks in view and happy to move no further in my search. I was in love. 



Don't take this as your normal, run-of-the-mill "in love;" rather, it is the kind that only happens in the most opportune circumstances. It's the sort of that is cast under a spell of first glances and is fed with the charm of rugged good looks and the first brush of a soft touch. It quickened my pulse and captivated my eyes; in an instant it forever changed the order of my heart. As the helicopter touched down in the softest snow among the most rugged peaks, I lost all sense of self and was immersed in the magic- I knew this intense feeling meant love at first sight. 



The days were spent thinking only of the present; and gave way to intense happiness as they blurred together in a whirlwind of adrenaline and clouds of white powder. Everywhere I looked was flawless; a piercing blue sky cut by the crisp white mountains laden with glaciers tumbling down their folds. Starting in the craggy roofline of this range, I swooped down, line after line, into a pristine snowscape: untouched, smooth, a whispering perfection under buoyant skis.


As I skied I racked up the vertical feet, tripling the size of Everest in a matter of days and found not one inch to complain about. It may have been clouded judgment, a naivety of young love, or the constant rush I felt coursing through my veins, but in my mind there could be no better ski line in the world than the ones I was creating.

The thrill of the entire experience is beyond my ability to capture in words. To even begin to comprehend the sincerity of my adoration, you would need to add exuberant smiles, hand gestures, voice inflection, even the minutia in the warm flush of skin and dilated pupils.




I was an atom in a giant’s playground, invited to play to my heart’s content. A lifetime of exploration could not exhaust the area’s skiable terrain. Every conceivable feature you could possibly want to ski- as well as those you never want to cross- is found in the Chugach. From mellow pitches to the most intense couloirs, the seeker finds his match. Pleasure is balanced, and perhaps even heightened, by the subconscious knowledge that danger is a potential in every turn. Skillfully averted by a trained guide, the perils only minimally play into your thought process, allowing a larger segment of your brain to settle into a state of security, and your heart to deepen its esteem for the immensity of splendor surrounding you.

Sadly, a lifetime was not what I had in these majestic folds. In less time than a summer romance, love found was as quickly ripped apart. A ferry stood by unforgivingly, seven days after arrival, to ship me back to a highway headed home. 

I didn’t want the ferry. I wanted the Chugach. I wanted the edge of winter dropping into the lapping water of the Prince William Sound, the glacial ice exposing its unearthly blue as it cracked over the underlying landscape, the feeling of flight as I took to my skis and to the skies. I didn’t want life outside of Alaska, even outside of this tiny region of the vast state. I would never again be fully content with inbound resort life, something I had previously reveled in.  It all suddenly became the source of mundane, and I was being hurried back to it: an unkind welcoming after discovering such passion and beauty.

Heart heavy and bags sloppily packed at the last possible minute, I will brush the snow off my little car and arrange it for the long trip “home.” If my heart isn’t there, how can I rightfully call it so? I would have undergone indentured servant status to stay in this corner of the world among the snowcapped spires I long for, even if just given a chance to hike the lesser peaks and glean as many stories and as much knowledge as possible from the PNH family. But they were fully staffed and fully booked, with no room for yet another love-struck skier gone nomad. And with the bias of one who is unabashedly devoted, I imagine there must have been many before me who tried to rearrange their lives to fit the new order of their heart and stay where it remained. 

There will be other mountain loves in the future , but I'll board the ferry knowing I'm leaving behind a portion of my heart that only the Chugach will own. I also know I will keep the promise of a return. 
Special thanks to Columbia Sportswear for outfitting and making the trip possible for this #OmniTen team member! It was a trip of a lifetime and an unforgettable experience.


March 25, 08:00 AM
Video from the Field: Heli-Skiing the Chugach
When a heli ski trip into the wilds of the Chugach mountains is handed to you by Columbia with the Points North Heli-Adventures team (of Warren Miller fame) you don't wait a second to say yes. Five days later, I was jumping in my car to make the 3,000 mile journey from Utah to Cordova, Alaska. Four days after leaving Salt Lake City, I found myself sitting in the front seat of a seven-passenger helicopter, being carried over jaw-dropping scenery. Here are the notes from the field...

March 21, 12:19 PM
Getting Dropped: A Trip to the Heli-skiing Landing Zone

A video with footage from my first day heli-skiing in the Chugach Mountain Range in Cordova, Alaska.

March 25, 03:55 AM
Heli-skiing Alaska Day 6: Avalanches and Helicopters
Plow pushing snow into the ocean
I woke up to fat flakes blanketing the sky and ground which usually would be a cause to rejoice but when you're heli-skiing, this means it's a "No Fly Day." Not that there wasn't plenty to do otherwise- we had to meet our ski group which consisted of Duncan, our guide, Murray, a ski racer from Australia, and William, a financial planner from Houston whose father broke his leg the first day out on this trip. After the introductions, Duncan, Steve and I took off for a mini-avalanche course, beacon rescue, and training on the procedures surrounding helicopter loading/unloading and ethics (DON'T TOUCH THE PILOT'S CHAIR! - got it.)

Beacon Rescue
Received a few more boxes from Columbia- every day is Christmas here. Inside was a new electric jacket which heats up with the touch of a button (perfect for the AK!), some Omni-Heat ski socks, new ski pants, backpack, etc. I had to try everything on as I pulled it out of the box- I was that excited. 

Steve and I reconvened with Duncan for our afternoon outing: a hike in the "Backyard." When you're talking Alaska, you're talking a BIG backyard. Points North Heli's backyard includes an oceanfront view and a mountain with an elevation rise of over 1,500'. It was this mountain that the three of us set our sights on for some backcountry turns. 

The hike took us through a densely wooded base where my skis, which were strapped to my backpack, constantly knocked snow off onto the back of my neck. We hiked on steadily, sometimes dropping to all fours to make it up the steep incline. With over 7" of new snow, it was an adventure, but it felt so good to be out of the car and moving those muscles again. Upon reaching the ridgeline, the rewards of the hike were added upon: on the left side the forest cleared and the powdery slope tumbled into the Pacific Ocean, islands dotting the rippling surface; on the right, vast, pure white pitches with craggy tops. 360 degrees of jaw-dropping beautiful.

The mellow part of the hike. Ocean in the background
Photo: Duncan the Guide
As we popped into skis and strapped into snowboards, Duncan explained how we would approach our lines: he, being the guide, would drop in first. This isn't a case of selfish "I want first tracks." Being our guide, he is responsible for our safety, and as the first one down, is testing the stability of the snow pack, especially after receiving a fresh layer of coastal snow. He would ski part way to a "safe zone" then call up to me on the radio to head down to him. Going one at a time to minimize avalanche danger to the overall party, we would continue this way until we reached the safety of the trees below. 

Pausing to take a look
Photo: Duncan the Guide
A cloud of white masked his descent over a roller in this untouched powder playground. I shifted my weight from ski to ski, ready to make to follow beside his line when it was my turn. "All clear, Gina. Head down," Duncan's voice crackled over the radio. Already grinning, I traversed out to his line, took one mili-second pause to take in the view of the Pacific Ocean again, and pointed the skis down. 

Heaven.

A laugh burst out as I entered my second turn and my grin widened. The snow was sugary soft and tickling my nose as it sprayed up. My skis whispered in the snow as they rebounded into the next arc. It was like floating on an adrenaline-laced cloud. Holy cow, I had waited how long to take part in this??

Stopping in front of Duncan, I looked back uphill. Two sets of deep, round tracks descended the mountain. They looked beautiful. "Those are mine?" I asked half-unbelievingly of my guide. "Yup. Look pretty good, don't they?" he nodded in return. 

Yup. Gorgeous.  Can't wait to get up in the helicopter tomorrow and do it all over again. 
March 19, 01:26 PM
Heli-skiing Alaska: Day 5:

My reception here in Cordova is nil and the computer is shared by 40 people in this lodge, so we'll see how this goes...

After commandeering a breakfast from the Best Western whose parking lot I borrowed to car camp in, the Mazda 3 was herded onto the Valdez ferry, bound for Cordova's greatness. Almost immediately I spotted a killer whale alongside the boat as the captain pointed out three others. There was no shortage to these giants during the trip: orcas, humpbacks, and killer whales as well as otters and deer all presented themselves along the way.


Plush!
Sucks you in, good thing the railing was there...



Talked to a few locals on the ride over who explained that Cordova was pretty small- 1800 people in the winter- and comprised of mostly fishermen. However, they do have a ski hill overlooking the ocean, but its one lift is only open on the weekends.

Points North Heli is in the opposite direction from town. It's hard to miss: you turn left from the ferry and the road dead ends at its parking lot. As I rounded the corner, helicopters appeared in front of me. (Would it be wrong to say that the sight of them was nearly as spectacular as sighting the killer whales?) Holy cow... I was going up in those things.


There was no one at the front desk, but there was a friendly note welcoming us with keys to our rooms, which are very basic: an old-fashioned quilt atop a twin bed with a dresser, a large window buried in snow and lots of hooks to hang clothing from. No TV, no phone, just bare essentials. I love it.

The lodge itself was converted from an old fishing cannery. In fact, the entire place is comprised of converted fish processing buildings. It sits right on the ocean and the view is hedged in by 360° of mountains.
Someone's little joke
Got acquainted with Jessica, one of the owners, who took our pictures and handed us giant boxes from Columbia Sportswear- our sponsor. Inside were all kinds of goodies: ski outfits, boots, electricly heated gloves, etc. If I said this trip was like Christmas, now it's even moreso.


Dinner was amazing: a huge roasted quarter chicken over polenta with plum sauce. Dessert was peach and blueberry cobbler with a touch of ice cream. It was all served in a common room with a big screen TV showing-what else- ski movies. Two Frenchmen battled it out on the ping pong table while the rest of us gobbled up our food and talked. Since we were one day late showing up, we were introduced mid-meal to everyone, to which we received a hearty applause from the international community surrounding us.

Everyone is super chill and sports a google line. I feel right at home.
March 18, 05:26 PM
Traveling the Great White North
Day II: Thursday, March 15

As I write this, the sun is softly illuminating the city of Edmonton and Canadians are scurrying to work. My hurry is as frantic, but not to clock in; I'm rushing to reach Alaska to clock vertical on my skis. 58 travel hours by car will end with me in a helicopter, being whisked to the untracked lines of Alaska's Chugach mountains.

Doing this trip on the cheap means sleeping the car and subsisting of a diet of meal bars, raisins, and rice cakes. It's taken roughly 38,000 miles of long distance roadtrips to perfect the art of living from a car, but traveling in the frozen north throws a new dimension to the mix. I wake up with a zero degree bag over my face, my late night attempt to keep the roadside lights and sub-freezing temps out. Sleep came in two hour increments; awake, reposition, sleep. My aching legs are thrown over the steering wheel, toes jammed against the windshield and freezing. I pull them in close to me to warm up before sluggishly unzipping my bag to pull on boots.

There's not much to do to get ready for a new day when you're on the road. The agenda is to drive as far as possible. There's little reason to comb your hair or get fueled up for an active day- just grab a handful of raisins and swig of icy water, key in the ignition and be on your way. And when you're driving through this part of British Columbia, there's even less reason to stop- between here and the Yukon border, it's largely a great big prairie- which is probably why they named the main city up here "Grande Prairie." The exception is the picturesque Muncho Lake, where we were forced to cut our day's travel short for want of gas.

Muncho Lake- not in the winter
Photo: blog.petaflop.de

That's the other peculiarity of roadtrips in the frozen north. Travel time is dictated by the frequency of gas stations and their particular preference of varied operating hours. Fueling opportunities occur roughly every 150 miles within the hours of 8am and 6pm, Monday or Tuesday through Saturday, if you're lucky. With an uncertain amount of distance to cover to the next stop and only half a tank left of gas left (anything under a quarter of a tank become refuel-worthy), the Mazda was pulled over in front of a rustic lodge on the now frozen Muncho Lake. Thermometer reading: 12 degrees. Pulling up my zero-degree bag and settling in for the first of the night's two hour sleep increments...

Today's wrap up:

Just shy of 800 miles (797), cut the day short because of needing gas. Today I worked on knitting a beanie for Alaska and finishing a friendship bracelet I started on The Most Epic Trip. Not much to report when you are traversing a big ol' prairie...

March 18, 05:27 PM
3,000 Miles to Go

Day I: Wednesday, March 14


Mission: Heli-ski the Chugach Range, Alaska
Mode of transportation: Mazda 3, manual
Distance to target: 3,000 miles
Deadline: 12:30 March 17th, 2012 (3.5 days)

The plan is to drive as far and as fast as possible to make it to Alaska by the 17th for our ferry to Cordova. Skiing commences on the 18th. That means we have to travel 858 miles a day to get there in time. Having traveled the northern roads just 8 months ago, I know that there will be obstacles in the way: potholes, logging trucks on two lane roads, herds of wildlife blocking the road, and lots of gravel sections where going 40 will be the max speed. Add to that, it's winter at 59 degrees latitude. I have no idea what dimension that adds...

No matter the setbacks or the distance, I'd rather be driving than flying. When you're flying, you miss the gradual changes in the landscape and conversations with locals as you cross towns and borders. You miss the opportunity to ease into your destination and learn about the regions surrounding it. Oh, and you miss situations like this:

Montana Roadblock
Today's Wrap up:
We're ending the day in Edmonton, Alberta after 1,041 miles of driving, seven horses on the highway and two blizzards: one at high elevation on the outskirts of Glacier National Park, the other from the Dairy Queen in Cardston, Alberta.


March 07, 02:03 PM
When the Lights Go Down

I'm sitting in the lodge, mesmerized by the sight before me. The sky looks like an oreo shake in reverse; white stars crystalized in the blue-black sky. Craggy peaks rip across the horizon; hours earlier I was skiing waist-deep in their folds. The lifts' hum has turned to silence. But it's not the stillness of the night, nor the sparkling sky that holds my gaze. It's the cats.


When the skiers are away, the snowcats come out to play. Well, in my mind, that's how the saying goes. It's my favorite mountain vision: warm orange beams of light glow dreamily across the cold blue mountains, displaying a perfect color wheel contrast. Moving slowly, the lights illuminate the snowcat's path as they rearrange the snow into perfect parallel lines and tabletops for terrain parks. It's an under-appreciated beauty, this scene. I get lost in it. 

Enjoy. 


(Thanks to Canyons Resort for making and sharing this favorite part of the day with me.)
March 03, 10:08 AM
Cutting Red Tape: a Pinterest Inspiration Story

 
 
This morning I was up early, excited to finally be skiing this new snow (yeah, I'm like a kid on Christmas) when I decided 6:30 am was much to early, even for first chair, to get out of bed on a Saturday. While still tucked in my cozy sleeping bag, I grabbed my phone and decided to check out the Pinterest corner of the internet. Now, I'm not a Pinterest addict- I just got back into it and maybe visit once a week- but it seemed like a brainless pre-dawn activity.

Once on the site, I came across pictures of ice climbing (pinned), cabins (pinned), and a very cute miniature owl (nope). I soon grew tired of pinning on my phone, which is cumbersome & doesn't pin where I like (first-world pain), so I decided to check out the activity on my profile. One new follower stood out to me. It could be that he was surrounded by a white landscape. It might have been the snowboard strapped to his back. It most likely was that I recognized him as a Twitter friend, @StephenWilli.

Reaching his page, I noticed the categories of mountains (followed) & photography (followed). The thing that caught my eye was not in either of these categories, however. On his typography board I found the source if this post's inspiration. His pin (Pinterest's equivalent to a blog post) captured the essence of a major theme of my life lately.

”We have a strategic plan,” the pin read. ”It's called doing things.”

This was brilliant. It poked fun at the corporate belief in structured everything, doing things by the rules, creating red tape, and making sure everything was in place before taking action on an idea. This made me happy.

This pin made me think of my life lately. I have made a lot of big decisions over the past year- life changing decisions, in my book. I've decided to start a new business, left a comfortable city apartment to live in a car and pursue that dream, and a couple of months after my return, decided to leave Utah for the unknown once again, to further the pursuit.

In all of this, there hasn't been much downtime. The activity of capturing a life dream has kept me fully engaged. That's the point: I'm doing things. Every step may not always be correct or bring me closer to my goal, but the overall progress is evident. It's a learning process. If I didn't just do things, I'd be back where I was, over a year and a half ago, sitting on my couch, dreaming of taking a six month climbing trip in my car. Instead, I've done it.

Stop thinking and get to it. Your plan will work itself out a you go along; it's not necessary to know every detail before you jump in. To use an old cliche: You miss 100% of the shots you don't take. Just dive in, get to it, and live your dream.

PS - here's the cute owl. I know you really wanted to see it. 

From a tumblr blog
February 28, 12:40 PM
Last Chair

Today is the last one in my house. It also means I am closing in on what might possibly be my last few days in Utah. As I write this, the snow is finally falling outside my window- reminding me that any other day I would be up enjoying almost a foot of new snow. But not today. Today I am packing.

I've been trying to avoid leaving the state I love for about a month and a half now, but things seem to be working against me in that direction. It's not that I'm scared of change, nor that I mind moving... it's just... it's ski season. And it's not even that. It's Utah.

I love my state. Everything I want is here- mostly. I miss some people back east, family included, but here I have rock & ice climbing, skiing, mountain biking (this winter we can do all in one day), whitewater kayaking and friendly faces who give you a grin in passing on the trail. People here understand, no explanation needed, why you're out getting dirty, dusty or covered in snow. People here understand why you throw yourself into the elements. People here get why your face only has half a tan and your hair is disheveled- no crazy looks attached.

For the first time ever, I'm scared of change. I'm scared of the east coast- where I will likely be moving this week (yeah, I'm still clinging to Utah as much as I can). I don't know what to expect except what I've already experienced... people the opposite of what I've had here in Utah. I shouldn't generalize, but my whole family is from the eastern seaboard, stretching from Quebec to Florida, and all points in between. While they may admire some of the things I do, they don't agree with the outdoor lifestyle. "Two weeks of paid vacation is plenty of time to enjoy the outdoors!"

Just rip my heart out, why don't you?

It wasn't my choice to leave. In fact, part of it was forced. The other part was fate, though I fought it tooth and nail. I look around at the boxes piled up and the newspaper covering framed photos of my life and wonder if this is all part of some greater purpose. All I know for sure is today is promising to be the best ski day so far this season and I'm writing a post- about moving. While I'm surrounded by hard edges and corners, others are enjoying a day of deep, soft, pillowy white clouds of snow. Irony.

It has come to the point of unbearable. My life's dream is deep in these mountains. My future was wrapped around the rugged crags and peaks. But what can you do when life throws a curveball (or five)?

In order to alleviate the pain, I've dedicated my thoughts to a path of looking at this as an extended The Most Epic Trip. I'm going east to learn new ways to be outdoors, new areas to explore, and perhaps discover an even tighter knit group of outdoor folks. I'm going east to finish the winter season to overcome my fear of skiing on ice (something I never get at Solitude). I'm going east to be with family and get things in order. And finally, I'm going east to build a business that will allow me to never be in this situation again.

This is my home. I moved here for a reason. I don't know why I am being taken away from Utah at this time, but nothing is going to keep me away.  *Insert Arnold Schwarzenegger here* My life is tied to these great mountains, this champagne powder, this place filled with friendly faces who understand. Without the outdoors, I cease to be me.
Fresh snow panorama at Solitude this week
So starts a new chapter of 451 & Gina Bégin- an exploration of the east. I skimmed this chapter a few months ago on the trip but now it's time to dive in. I really hope you all will join me- I'll need your support... maybe as I drive east, you can throw some Hi5s in passing.

Utah- go enjoy the snow. Maybe I'll see you out there for one last run.

February 21, 12:03 PM
Skiing the Deepest 2" of Powder
Photo: Brian Thurber

The caption above explains just how I feel about skiing yesterday. The double punch of being both a snow day and President's day, I headed up to Solitude just after lunch hoping to miss at least a portion of the crowd. Nearing the first entry, the sight of an unusually packed parking lot hit my eyes. Cars were spilling out onto the shoulder of the highway. Ugh. There goes my powder day... if you can call two inches of snow a "powder day." 

However, as a Solitude regular, I should know better than to ever be worried about finding snow. As if rewarding my efforts to ski, the resort always hands over a plentiful amount, and yesterday was no exception. Giving over the groomed runs to the holiday skiers and checking out the off-piste, there were suddenly no crowds and plenty of face shots. 

Here's a little insider tip: I'm not going to complain about an official report of two inches. When Soli says two inches, consider it their way of keeping the powder stashes fresh for those who know better...

More shots of the 2" pow day:

Photo: Brian Thurber

Rockin' the powder in these hot pink Salomon Pants
Photo: Brian Thurber




Photo: Brian Thurber



Photo: Brian Thurber
Yeah, I fell.
Photo: Brian Thurber (thanks)
Not bad for "2 inches," eh?
February 20, 12:51 PM
Avalanches & Life
From CBS News: Ajai Sehgal, with King County Search & Rescue, works a staging area near Stevens Pass, WA

Last night and this morning I received texts and messages from friends who were writing to inform me about the loss of friends they experienced from the avalanche near Stevens Pass, Washington yesterday. All were expert skiers and well-known to the ski community. The slide swept up twelve skiers, killing three. A fourth, professional skier Elyse Saugstad, was saved only from the use of an avalanche airbag.

The twelve skiers were all used to the terrain and were highly skilled and trained in avalanche danger. The area was right outside of a popular ski area and safety precautions were taken. Yet, in a flash, mother nature let go of a deep slab of snow that swept the victims over 1,500 feet down the mountain.

News like this reminds me how much we affect each other's lives. Among the victims were good friends of my friends. My pain is not as deep as those who knew the victims, but it is heartfelt for my friends, even bringing tears to my eyes when they told me how they were feeling. One friend in particular related how he was just talking to one of those lost in the avalanche two days ago. Then, he was gone.

This just got me thinking about how we're connected by relationships. And it's the relationships of true friends and family that matter most. But too often people look for those who will do the most for them or bring them the furthest in their life's dreams, leaving those who actually care by the sidelines until they are needed again. But it's all the people who have supported you and encouraged your dreams- who believed in you at all times- that matter. They are the ones who were there to smooth the rough spots of your life. They are the shoulders you cried on when things seemed lowest. They searched for answers when you thought you had none. They have been there all along. The others come and go, flickering flashes in life. Man, hold on to the ones who are the constant lights!

The point is, life is short, and that's reality. Live your life for the right priorities. Show others you care, show compassion for others' feelings.  If there is someone in your life who has stuck things out, been through thick and thin with you, forgives your shortcomings and always has your back, make sure you respect them. That is rare.  Don't take those who have proven their friendship and love for granted.

When they are gone... they are gone.

My heart goes out to all those who lost their true friends and family members in this tragic accident. I know those who lost their lives were cherished from all the amazing words I have been hearing from their friends. Please, everyone, be careful out there.
February 17, 12:25 PM
Go Wander
background photo by Steve on The Most Epic Trip

I came across this quote and had to put it into something more permanent than just a "favorites" file on my browser. I don't usually like quotes. They are too out there, so idealistic, an oversimplification of life. But when I came across this one, I thought hey- I actually did this, Mr. John Muir (and so did he). For once I could completely relate to a quote because I had lived it.

Not only did I live this, but I believe it's true. I mean, I don't know if I'm immortal yet, in earthly terms, but time did stand still while on this six month rock climbing journey across North America. Every day felt like a new life. Each 24 hour period brought entirely new things to learn. As soon as something became familiar, it changed and we began the process all over again.

Is my life longer because of it? Who knows. What I do know is brought life to my existence. It swept me up in purpose. It showed me the richness of experience. It will forever shape my life in some way because it changed my way of thinking. It changed what I need to be happy. There's so much amazing in the outside world, in the stories of people you meet, in the way the land changes as you travel, in the sky hitting the edge of the ocean- in everything you find as you go. Go do it. Go wander. I promise your life will be bigger.
February 15, 02:08 PM
Work For Your Dinner at Solitude Mountain Resort Yurt
Our guide explains the history and structure of the Mongolian yurt at Solitude Resort

The moon was hidden behind frosty mountains as we wound our way over the wooded snowshoe trail to Solitude Resort's yurt. Three or four of us carried lanterns to assist the group of diners- roughly 20 of us- to the structure located about a mile away from the base of the resort. Energy ran high as we picked our way through the forest, some stumbling over the snowshoes strapped on their feet and laughing as they learned a new way of walking.

Gearing up with snowshoes provided by the resort
Hidden away at Solitude, it is not surprising if you haven't heard of the yurt dining experience. An observant rider may catch a glimpse of the round, tent-like structure while riding the Sunrise chair, but other than that, this restuarant- though I hesitate to call it that as the dining area is intimately limited to 22- is strategically located to create a solitary mountain experience. 

Back on the trail, a warm glow intensified as we neared the yurt, and though the sub-freezing temperatures didn't stop our cheerful spirits, we were eager to remove our snowshoes and step inside. As we did, we were greeted by a wood stove humming with pots, pans, skillets and the quick prep work of Chef Abby Carlson as she prepared the ingredients of the first course. We seated ourselves and were quickly served refreshments of water (for me) and uncorked bottles of wine which we sipped while our guide proceeded to tell us the history and purpose of yurts in their native land of Mongolia.

Our first course, a pureed cauliflower soup, served perfectly to take the chill off our bones and put us at ease for the rest of the evening. It was paired with tart apples which cut through the creaminess the cauliflower and gave it a refreshing taste. Seared crabcakes with avocado were next, reminding me of a surf side eatery back home in Florida. I was skeptical, being in Utah, at how these would compare, but Chef Abby proved her prowess as I took one bite and fell in love. The crisp sear and the smooth avocados melded into a heavenly combination. Not a bite was left.





Our third course, the salad, was anything but standard: triple cream brie was served atop toasted bread alongside a roasted pear and baby greens salad with a freshly made vinaigrette. Never having tasted the richness of this type of brie, I was expecting a slight bitterness but was instantly delighted by the rich, buttery flavor. Not one to be overcome by salads, I had to hold myself back from stealing bites from my neighbor after my plate was clear.

The highlight of the meal served as our fourth course. Having already been impressed with the other dishes, our eyes opened wider still when we were presented with a plate filled with a rustic meal of sauteed mushrooms and spinach, mashed potatoes and tender beef topped with au jus. Do not be surprised at the simplicity of the ingredients- the skill and selection of quality ingredients provided flavors that were unmatched by similar fare elsewhere. The table quieted as mouths were filled with bite after delectable bite. 



We finished the meal, but not the evening, with an oh-so-slightly sweet custard topped with a spicy-sweet chutney. As we slowed our pace with leisurely bites of our final course, the banter between the diners- previously strangers to our party- picked up and laughter joyfully filled the yurt. Wine glasses continued to be refreshed throughout the evening, adding to the increasing boisterousness of the group. We chatted along for an hour after the meal, enjoying music, full bellies and each other's company, only pausing to give a generous applause to the chef as she took her leave into the wintry night. 

I have never experienced such tempting flavors prepared in such a primitive way. Chef Abby worked alone over a stove powered by wood, yet successfully brought together flavors which complemented the alpine environment with her own creative twist. Closing the evening and strapping our snowshoes back on, thoughts of the cold night were far from our minds as the silent mountain air was disrupted yet again with laughter and the crunching of snow under our steps. From the first step towards the yurt to the last snowshoe removed, dining at Solitude's Yurt was a true experience that no foodie or outdoor adventurer should miss.

February 14, 06:50 PM
A Little Valentine Tribute
St. Patty's Day 2011

One year ago today I woke up to this post from "my valentine": Five Ideas for Escaping Into the Mountains For Valentine's Day. Being unexpectedly mentioned in Steve's post was one of the sweetest gestures I had been shown- especially from a guy who isn't one to go into detail about about relationships. He planned the day perfectly- climbing was the main activity on the agenda- and then surprised me later with something I'll never forget: creamy peanut butter sandwiches.

I've talked about this before. He likes crunchy, I like creamy. It's not just that he prefers crunchy- it's that he pretty much thinks creamy is a waste of peanut butter. He would never buy it. He has been vocal in his distaste for it; in fact, I'm surprised it wasn't a deal breaker for him early on in our relationship. According to Steve, crunchy is not only tops, but it is the only kind of acceptable peanut butter.

While we usually agree on food, often choosing the exact same menu items when ordering, I am on the opposite end of the peanut butter spectrum. Creamy all the way for me. I love how smooth it is and the little sugar crystals that crunch slightly when you chew. I don't like massive pieces of things messing up my uniform texture (for this reason, I also don't like cherry pie). I would never buy a jar of crunchy peanut butter. 

So, on Vday 2011, when he handed me a couple of tin-foil packages and I bit into a smooth, chunk-free sandwich (sorry, couldn't think of a better way to put that), it dawned on me that he had gone out and purchased a jar of creamy peanut butter just for me. He didn't say a word; he was content to 
let me enjoy my sandwich without expecting any praise. But as soon as I took that first bite, I realized what he had done. I didn't know how to express how much I loved that seemingly small act of thoughtfulness- all I did was look up in surprise and exclaim, "You used creamy peanut butter!" To me, there was nothing small about it; it is the single most favorite thing anyone has ever done for me because it was simple and showed he was thinking about me.

After 15 months of dating him, I've learned that's how Steve is. It's not about big gestures. It's flying under the radar, doing things quietly without expecting anything in return. When we climb together, he believes in my abilities more than I do, pushing me by telling me I can do it and to try harder. During The Most Epic Trip, he worked hard to keep the car organized and the dishes clean after I cooked. He even took over the reigns of cooking when he knew I had a particularly hard day. When I came back from Florida after not seeing him for three weeks, he had gone out and bought groceries so the kitchen wouldn't be empty and made me my favorite dinner- his breaded chicken with pasta. On my birthday, he snuck out to the grocery store and purchased ingredients to create a birthday "cake" for me- which he managed to hide in the car somewhere until we got to our friends' house for dinner, later pulling it magically out of their fridge. It consisted of all my favorite ingredients that he had figured out during our climbing trip... graham crackers, dark chocolate, salted pecans... I didn't know he was paying such close attention. As he's told me, it sometimes feels like he knows me better than I know myself.

When I was sick last month, he went to the store, bought two versions of my favorite chicken noodle soup and a bottle of gingerale, and then came home to make it for me. In Florida, knowing my dad had landscape projects around the house that he was too busy for, Steve spent all day raking up dead palm fronds, clipping back bushes and cleaning the dock in his backyard. When the rain soaked my sleeping bag on a a camping trip, he gave me his and froze all night in my much-too-short (and wet) bag. He works through business ideas with me, trying to help me figure out new approaches to problems. And when we ski together, we're in perfect sync... it's the first time I've found someone that doesn't miss a beat with my ski style- swapping easily between leading and following without saying a thing- and seamlessly matching each other's random detours into the trees and and steeps. Even if I do happen to slow down (I'll admit, it happens on occasion ;), he always waits to make sure I make it through okay.


I love that he's humble about his abilities in the outdoors, always ready to learn from others and never egotistical about his strengths. I love that he can dance (really well) but doesn't take it seriously. His playful side makes me laugh- sporting pink unicorn hats is not beneath his level, and neither is spending two hours in a thrift store to secure our perfect St. Patty's Day ski outfits and claiming GNAR points at the resort. He's adventurous- always up for anything that involves being outdoors, trying new things, being new places, setting new personal goals. And when he smiles, it makes my entire day.

Carrying a snow baby




I feel pretty lucky he approached me over a year and a half ago as I was belaying a friend and asked if I'd like to climb together. I also feel lucky that my joking but highly sarcastic remarks to him during that first meeting didn't deter him, but instead made him like me that much more. I've never met anyone so matched with my interests, pushing what seems impossible into the possible, who thrives on being outdoors as much as I do, who dreams as much of being an entrepreneur, who doesn't mind the minimalist lifestyle and in fact shuns luxury just to be able to do the things we both love. There aren't many of us out there like that, and there are even less who can find someone who enjoys not just one but all of the sports they enjoy...snow, rock, ice, mountain biking, etc and at similar levels (though he often rocks me in climbing!). Because he did come up and ask me to climb that lucky day, we've gone some crazy places, met amazing people and have memories most people only dream about.  His persistance is what won me over in the end- not that it took much convincing ;) - and I laugh when I think back on our first date driving through the snowy roads of the Uintas for eight hours, braving giant moose, creepy unmanned campfires and three state border crossings, until he had to rush to the airport 30 minutes before his flight. It was after this whirlwind date that I got a text from him as he was waiting for takeoff: "I've been thinking about it and I'd like to take you out when I get back home." It's obvious, from this post, that I agreed; it's pretty telling from that first roadtrip that we'd continue on to pack so much adventure into 15 months.



He's 1,600 miles away right now, but he's still my best climbing partner, ski buddy, and travel companion. Even after six months in a car with him, I get excited thinking about the next big thing we get to work on. And although I will always be a creamy peanut butter girl, I'll even love sandwiches made with the crunchy version if it means I get to share them with him after long a day in the powder or on the wall. :)

San Rafael, Feb 2012
February 09, 08:52 AM
Dean Potter, Climber, Hits National Geographic in "The Man Who Can Fly"
from: deanspotter.com

Humans are always pushing limits. Maybe you don't feel that's true of yourself in particular, but someone, somewhere in this great wide world, is reaching higher, going faster, becoming greater than life's obstacles and roadblocks. Dean Potter is one of those humans. He's testing limits as a climber, free soloer, base jumper and yes, even slackliner, for the entire human race. What he accomplishes sets the standard for the next climber (sometimes himself) to overcome.

Meanwhile, I sit here cozy and content to gasp at these superhumans' calculated daredevilry (see 1:40). Well, maybe not content... while I watch I feel a tugging to push my own limits, not only in the sports I love but also in all areas of life. What rocky face can I climb that pushes the abilities I exhibited on The Most Epic Trip? What chutes can I destroy virgin powder in with my skis? How can I develop my talents in a way that makes me self-reliant and satisfied with my own progress in life? These are the questions that pull me toward a greater purpose as a human.

Those I watch on film are not simply crazy stuntmen who, after watching for two minutes, I shut off and forget. The images are burned in my mind, filed amongst all extraordinary feats I have witnessed, creating a collective that drives me to defy my personal best. These athletic extremists invoke desire for squeezing life out of every day. The passion they induce by exhibiting control over their fears becomes the catalyst that pushes me to want more, live higher, go faster, and be greater than my own perceived obstacles. I can overcome because they overcame so much greater.

Enjoy:

451

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March 21, 02:29 PM
SketchDining?

Interested in some epicurean daredevilry?

If you’ve always wanted to try the taco stand on the corner or that alleycat shack with “BBQ” painted over the doorway- but were afraid to admit it-  the SketchDining team supports you. SketchDiners actively seek out local diners, cafes, stands and other eateries which lack a star rating and possibly a restaurant license. We proudly patronize places with one or more of following attributes:

  • Located near or under highway overpasses
  • Bars on window(s)
  • No windows
  • Asphalt landscaping
  • Spray-painted artwork on facade
  • Plastic… anything
  • Pawn shop in immediate surroundings
  • Operates from a roving location

The team currently gathers once a month at various eateries throughout the Salt Lake county area but is open to whenever and wherever team members feel like gathering (especially if a particularly fine specimen of sketchiness, because of hours or location, dictates the need).

Drop a comment or email (sketchdining [at] gmail [dot] com) to get yourself on the team roster and receive email updates on our upcoming eating adventures.


March 21, 01:28 PM
We’re Connected

Because this idea was hatched on Twitter by a group of foodies who eat social media for breakfast*, SketchDining can also be found invading the following online communties:

Facebook:  http://bit.ly/cUzWNC

Flickr:  http://www.flickr.com/groups/sketchdining/

and of course, Twitter:  http://twitter.com/sketchdining

*Author does not take this claim upon herself


March 21, 12:28 PM
Coachmans

We just got our very own url (didja notice that? Thanks for doing the dirty work, Ryan!) and we’re celebrating Sketchstyle at Coachmans this Wednesday for some long-awaited sketchy eating. This is one place we’ve heard not to miss- bring some cash (they don’t accept credit cards) & come decide for yourself!

Time
Wednesday, March 23 · 7:00pm - 9:00pm
Location
1301 S State St, Salt Lake City, UT
More Info
Their latest Health Department inspection yielded 5 critical and 22 non-critical violations.


See you there!


March 01, 09:34 AM
Little World

Well look at us… we’re gonna be written up in the Tribune! For this next Sketchdining event we’ll be joined by Diana of the Salt Lake Tribune at Little World restaurant for a piece she is doing on us. For this reason and because the place is pretty small, we’re limiting attendance to the first 8 to RSVP. And if you RSVP, make sure you actually come because… this is going to be good!

 


January 11, 11:15 AM
New Year… More Sketch

“I couldn’t enjoy the food cuz the establishment was nasty…” – urbanspoon.com review

We’re kicking off the 2011 Sketchdining year with one of the greasiest spoons in Salt Lake City- Philadelphian. Says one team member: The food is great!! … just don’t look at the kitchen.

Perfect.

Meet us Friday, January 14th at 12:30pm for lunch. You might want to bring your own utensils for this joint.

Info:

9860 S 700 E # 13 (Sandy)

(801) 572-3663


September 22, 05:37 PM
3T

A new level of Sketchdining has been ushered in by our very own Hang (twitter: @hangwong). His ingenious idea? Tummy Trouble Thursdays or #3T (to be confirmed). Unlike other Sketchdining events, this one is a very organized, carefully scheduled regular event, meeting for lunch EVERY Thursday. That’s right. Organized. Regular. So unsketchy, but the food promises to be, so we’re giving it the go ahead. If you need a little more dubious dining in your week, this is your thing.

Events will be posted on the Facebook page & Twitter as usual.

Everyone give Hang a Hi5 for his creation. This promises to be troubling, indeed.

P.S. There’s already an event! 3T is heading to:

@saltcitydogs (CITY DOGS Vegetarian Street Vending Cart)

Location:

300 S 200 E
Salt Lake City, UT

Time: Thursday, September 23 · 12:30pm – 1:30pm

Hang says:

I also hear there’s an organic ice cream cart nearby!

Please remember to bring cash.

We’ll be using the #sketchdining tag on twitter for updates the day of.


September 01, 10:50 AM
Taco Cart Lunch

Late notice, but we’re meeting today (Wednesday the 1st of September) for a mini taco cart tour.

Quick details:

Taco Cart at south end of Sears – 800 S. and State

12 pm – 1 pm

Please bring cash & enough for a little tip. =)

See you there!


July 12, 03:05 PM
First Lunch Event – Peruvian!

K Rico

250 W 2100 S
Salt Lake City, UT 84115

(801) 463-2969

Time: 11:30 am – 12:30 pm

Please RSVP: Facebook Page

From a yelp review:

Lunch is the main event at K-Rico.
*PORTIONS ARE HUGE*
- Classic Peruvian ceviche: This was so good I’m confident that the fish willingly hurled itself raw into the citrus marinade. Served over lettuce leaves with a large hunk of cooked yam (essential sweet and starchy counterpoint), sliced red onion, and two forms of hominy: boiled and popcorned. A wonderland of flavors and textures. (I like the sound of that…)
- Anticuchos: Sliced, marinated, grilled beef heart – a peruvian speciality. K-Rico’s had very nice flavor, but it was too thick for me. I’d say anticuchos should be no more than 1/8″ thick; theirs were 1/4″ and even 1/2″ in places. That can be a little aggressive for beef heart.

- Pollo saltado: This is the chicken version of what is maybe the best known Peruvian dish, lomo saltado. It’s an incredibly tasty mix of cultures (Chinese influence) and flavors involving meat, french fried potatoes, sauteed onions & tomatoes, and rice. The sauce is a peppery, savory, soy-inflected joy-bath. K-Rico’s was capable on this night. The sauce to substance ratio was off (not enough sauce), and there was a bit too much black pepper added on top. I will have to order it again.


June 30, 07:55 AM
African!


The second dine-out is up and ready to feast on! Wednesday, July 7 at 7pm, we’re heading to the African Restaurant located at 1878 S Redwood Rd Salt Lake City, UT 84104.

The sketchiness factor may be low, but the team voted strongly in favor, so off we go!

About the restaurant: Inspired by the African family cooking that we grew up with, you’ll feel at home while savoring a great meal in our casual and relaxed dining room. Experience our Ethiopian speciality cuisine, attentive service, and a friendly atmosphere; come see what makes us one of the most popular ethnic restaurants in Salt Lake City.

Details & RSVP on Facebook: http://bit.ly/9Nh19A


April 20, 12:43 PM
Taqueria Lolita

909 South 300 West
Salt Lake City, UT 84101-2810
(801) 364-412

Our inaugural dine-out location has been chosen! (Would Lolita’s be proud?)

We’ll be digging in Wednesday, April 28 at 7pm.

Leave a comment below or send an email to let us know if you’ll be kicking things off with us!


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Gina Begin
Community and Content Manager at WELD
Leisure, Travel & Tourism | Greater Salt Lake City Area, US

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Action Sports Media & Promotion
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Program Development
Photography
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Graphic Design
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Specialties: Taking on the what most people think is impossible... then proving it's not.

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  • Apr 2012 - Present
    Community and Content Manager / WELD
  • Nov 2010 - Present
    Partner / The Most Epic Trip, North America
    Creation and implementation of a five month, 14,000 mile tour of North American climbing which benefits Access Fund, a respected nonprofit in the outdoor industry; logistical planning (finances, travel, promotion, equipment needs); secure funding from Whole Foods Market; contact and coordinate with sponsors (such as GoPro, Thule, Evolv, Columbia) within the outdoor industry; web site and graphic design; implement and co-maintain social media sites; promote trip through interviews, articles, videos and social media; create content, both written and photographic, throughout trip
  • Dec 2008 - Present
    Founding Editor / Outdoor Women's Alliance
    Run nonprofit organization that promotes women in the action sports field; oversee marketing, media, web and graphic design, public relations and event/promotion operations; edit article entries from staff and freelance journalists as well as create content to fill in media gaps; seek out and maintain connections with organizations that provide beneficial synergy; promote Outdoor Women's Alliance branding through social media sites; work with staff and interns to mold their ideas into the organization's mission
  • Jan 2008 - Present
    Owner / Baker / Sugared Magnolia Bakery
    Purchasing, social media, baking, website design, catering

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November 15, 08:58 AM
BMW GINA Light Visionary Model: Premiere
I favorited a YouTube video: With the development of the BMW GINA Light Visionary Model the BMW Group presents trendsetting solutions. Chris Bangle gives us a first impression of the ideas behind the process of sculpturing an experimental study. This is the story behind this ...
November 15, 08:56 AM
Hey from Alta ski resort
I favorited a YouTube video: Wes & Gina say hi from Alta ski resort, Utah.
November 25, 07:00 AM
No Childhood Left Behind: A LEGO Tribute In Honor of Legoland Florida
Dedicated to my brother, Ryan, whose LEGO creations I seemed to always inadvertently crush.

Photo: Mike Stimpson

I recently got the news that a LEGOland was opening in Central Florida, not a far drive from my hometown. This news sparked a bit of happy nostalgia as I remembered the various creations my brother would skillfully craft from LEGOs when we were kids. For hours on end, my brother would bury himself in a mound of brightly colored blocks and silently work away on his next laser-forcefield-warpspeed-equipped space jet or turbo engine watercraft.

Photo: Mike Stimpson

The world of LEGOs is one that many children find irresistible because it is one that is created by their own imaginations. Using only tiny bits of plastic, they can capture a fantasy and bring it to life. Such power is delicious to little humans who are otherwise directed by adults in their navigation of a grownup world. Because the reality of these little LEGO worlds become so real in the creation stage, because the child has full control over what they are creating and the idea surrounding each creation, LEGOs dive deep into the spirit of being a child and dive even deeper into their hearts. A lasting fondness for the toy is deeply rooted in these children.

Photo: Mike Stimpson

But alas, children morph into adults at dangerous speeds and find they are expected to leave their space jets behind. Their bucket of LEGO blocks sit, gathering dust, in the closet. Though these adults may have very grownup black suits and sit behind very grownup polished desks in very grownup gray office buildings, any memory touching on their childhood pastime sparks a warm glow in their heart, manifesting itself by a growing smile on their face. A story usually follows about the things they once created.

Hence the need for LEGOland. Suppressing love is unhealthy and even moreso when compelled to do so by the outside force of becoming an adult. Safely under the guise of going for the entertainment of their offspring, LEGOland gives adults the chance to thrill at grandiose creations that they once dreamed of creating if only they had unlimited plastic blocks of their own.

Photo: Mike Stimpson

Here's to a great new LEGOland. Here's to never leaving childhood behind.

Photos are from a great photographic artist- Mike Stimpson. All these images, and many great others, can be found on his site. I recommend the Star Wars photos to discover a softer side of Star Troopers.
September 27, 08:30 AM
Cinematography and Skiing: Sweetgrass Premiere

One of the most beautifully composed ski films I have had the opportunity to lay eyes on. If you love beautiful photography, gorgeous landscapes, skiing, travel or any combination of the above, this film will be worth your while.


SOLITAIRE: A Backcountry Skiing, Snowboarding, and Telemark Film from Sweetgrass Productions on Vimeo.

September 26, 10:18 AM
Things I Wish I Learned in Sunday School


Worth sharing again.
September 08, 09:09 AM
Food Systems: Back to the Start

There is not much I can do to add to this because I am afraid anything I will say will detract from the message. I am even hesitant to say where it comes from. Just watch.




Thank you to Stephen W Weiss for sharing this with me.

September 08, 09:09 AM
Food Systems: Back to the Start

There is not much I can do to add to this because I am afraid anything I will say will detract from the message. I am even hesitant to say where it comes from. Just watch.




Thank you to Stephen W Weiss for sharing this with me.

September 26, 10:18 AM
Things I Wish I Learned in Sunday School


Worth sharing again.
September 27, 08:30 AM
Cinematography and Skiing: Sweetgrass Premiere

One of the most beautifully composed ski films I have had the opportunity to lay eyes on. If you love beautiful photography, gorgeous landscapes, skiing, travel or any combination of the above, this film will be worth your while.


SOLITAIRE: A Backcountry Skiing, Snowboarding, and Telemark Film from Sweetgrass Productions on Vimeo.

September 19, 08:23 AM
Foldit players solve AIDS puzzle
Gamers model retroviral protease, which has baffled scientists for a decade, in just three weeks.

Players of the online game Foldit have helped discover the structure of an enzyme that had the scientific community stumped for a decade, representing a significant step forward in attempts to cure retroviral diseases like AIDS.

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September 20, 11:55 AM
Chart Of The Day

Where the photographs are:

Every 2 minutes today we snap as many photos as the whole of humanity took in the 1800s. In fact, ten percent of all the photos we have were taken in the past 12 months.

September 21, 08:33 AM
Windows 1 v Windows 8 – have we really come this far??

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September 14, 02:14 PM
Back to the Start
I favorited a YouTube video: Coldplay's haunting classic 'The Scientist' is performed by country music legend Willie Nelson for the soundtrack of the short film entitled, "Back to the Start." Download the song now available on iTunes. Label and proceeds benefit The Chipotle C...
September 06, 09:59 AM
Real Life Monopoly Uses Foursquare API
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Foursquare just got kinda cooler.

Real Life Monopoly Uses Foursquare API

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This will be huge. Monopoly, one of the best selling games, having been around for decades, might now come to foursquare. Three students from the Miami Ad School created what is a game concept so far, but might become a powerful use of the foursquare API soon.

The idea is to play Monopoly with real life venues. You can buy and sell them and visitors checking in to the venues add a virtual rent to your savings account. Every player starts with USD 100.000 – the prices of the venues are based on their popularity, measured by the amount of check-ins they have on foursquare. Managing your properties wisely will result in virtual earnings giving you the opportunity to buy the most valuable venues in your city.

The concept sounds really exciting. The video they shot for presenting it is done in a very professional way. They say they’re working on the development but have no release date set yet.

I’m personally very much looking forward to this game layer on top of foursquare. The first reactions I read online share this excitement. This will be a great example of usage of the foursquare API. The concept is such a natural fit, I’m surprised this wasn’t thought of and realized earlier.

Here’s the promotion video:

September 06, 09:45 AM
essyndic com - Google+
Shared by Gina Bégin
Thought some of you would enjoy this.
June 26, 10:48 AM
Day 10

So far:

We’ve met with frustrations: finding camping spots at night, sleeping warmly, learning new rock and new areas, sharing confined spaces.

We’ve met with some amazing: stories from incredible people living their dreams, new views and photographic sunsets, crystal clear skies, learning new rock & new areas, learning a new way of looking at and living life.

The frustrations will iron themselves out, we’ve been told many times by those who have forged the road before us. But the amazing will keep happening and the memories of that will be spectacular. Gotta know the lows to appreciate the highs, and as Steve said on one frustrating day: Yeah, things might not be going that great today, but look where you are.

I looked and saw 600 foot sheer cliffs plummeting into a wide, meandering river lined with trees rivaling the Redwoods.

Yeah… not too bad, afterall.

July 04, 11:37 AM
Big Cottonwood Canyon

Little and Big Cottonwood: these two canyons are synonymous with the phrase “Steep and Deep” when it comes to skiing in Utah. As the winter winds down, another sport takes over these burly canyons: climbing. Though visually very different from each other, both offer excellent climbing that is easily accessible, making these canyons a popular off-winter spot for those with hunger for heights.

I spend most of my Salt Lake City climbing time in Big Cottonwood Canyon. The lower canyon has a noticeably different character than the upper, being more rugged and less vegetated. I love the views here; the rock juts out in a decidedly diagonal manner, with defined strata making the mountains look like a lopsided layer-cake. A swift mountain river flows by the base of many climbs, lending cool air (and a bit of the otherwise unheard of Utah humidity) to climbers who flock to the routes near it.

If you’re looking to get someone into climbing or just want a place where you can get on and off several routes in a short amount of time, head over to the Dogwood picnic area. Just two miles from the mouth of the canyon, this area offers climbing that takes just minutes to walk (hiking would make it seem strenuous) into. The area is unique in that you belay from a narrow bank between the wall and the river. Go too early in the season and you’ll find that this unique feature means many of the routes are unaccessible because Spring’s snowmelt has raised the water level, covering the belay areas. And don’t expect to have the place to yourself… this area is popular with boy scout troops, college students and families.

Another must-climb area in Big Cottonwood is the “S-Curves” which is a nickname for the stretch of road directly below the climbs. Find this spot by heading about four miles up the canyon until you see the caution sign for some serious curves and slow speed ahead. The road here basically makes an “S” but you only want the lower S-curve to access the trail… if you trace the entire S with your car, you’ve gone too far. Park between the two curves and find the trail head to the northeast section of the lot. You will have to cross the road- definitely use caution here as there is a blind corner and canyon drivers are known to take their curves at speed. There are many routes to be had here, from novice (5.5) to you-gotta-be-kidding-me 5.13d. This area is south facing so if you’re looking to stay warm, this is your spot. Make sure to come early, though, as parking is limited and the area is popular.

These are just two of the climbing areas Big Cottonwood features but they will give you a taste of what the canyon has to offer. Make sure to get acquainted with the area: the locals are friendly and are ready to help if you would like to venture beyond Dogwood & the S-curves. And if you’ve got a favorite spot or route in Big Cottonwood, share it below!

P.S. If you happen to find yourself a little hungry after all your climbing, check out Silver Fork Lodge in the upper part of Big Cottonwood Canyon, voted the best food with a view. Their chowder is thick and so are their fries (mmm) and if you’re craving breakfast, don’t miss theirs! It is hearty and during good weather, you can sit out on the patio and enjoy it in the pine-scented air. They even have wool blankets to keep the chill off. This place has been a staple of Big Cottonwood for generations; make sure to check it out.

August 09, 03:59 AM
Apology


Friends- I am sorry about slacking on the blog front. Big things can sometimes mean big sacrifices and it has been hard to realize that I have had to take so much time away from writing and keeping in touch with you all here. Please know it is only temporary while I pursue something big. It won't be much longer.

In fact, you can see part of it here.

In the meantime, sometimes it's fun to look back, so let's have some interaction here. In the comments, leave a link to the very first blog post you ever wrote. =)
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April 24, 11:26 AM
Revelstoked

Boasting the most vertical in North America, Revelstoke in British Columbia is the place skiers and riders in the know set their sights on as a must-shred bucket list item. Being one of the lucky "in the know" skiers, I had the opportunity to cross off that bucket list item this past week upon my return from a heli-ski trip in Alaska. Not a bad way to end an epic adventure...

I can't deny that I had butterflies upon approaching the resort, only slightly dampened by the rain socking the mountain and surrounding region. I knew that with the temperatures in the low 40's in the valley still meant powder up top, knowledge confirmed by a local who promised us good returns on our driving investment. I took heart and enjoyed the feeling of nervous excitement from being in new ski territory.

I walked my skis to the bottom of the base gondola. So far, so good. I found I could still load the cabin as easily as I could in the States (no learning curve for Canadian gondolas! Whew.) After this successful venture, I leaned back in my seat and eased into my own realm of quiet consideration. Though the mountain was clouded over, I could easily tell we were being whisked over a quite steep terrain. I noted pillows covering boulders and tight trees lining narrow chutes. Revelstoke was no joke.

We chose a path of least resistance for our first run, however. I wanted to get a feel for the snow- being in an entirely different climate zone than my desert Utah- and for how the resort laid out its runs. Skiing different areas has taught me that moving too quickly into a comfort zone is not always a pleasant experience, sometimes landing you in sketchy areas for which you are not prepared.

A happy blue run beckoned, so we heeded the call. The snow was packed and we were mistaken into the idea that this is what Canadians considered powder. Easing our Utah-trained legs down something most dedicated skiers would call child's play, I became doubtful of the days' fun factor. My fault in this case- powder skis were meant for Alaska heli-skiing and deep days, not smooth, wet-snow packed runs. I lamented not having my skinny skis.

This feeling changed, however, upon reaching the lift at the base of the run. People were returning to the lift with powder lining the tops of their skis and breathless smiles on their faces. Where were they coming from? Why were they so happy? And how did they get so much darn snow on their equipment? Loading the lift with a local couple, I learned the secret. We were not at all at the top of the mountain as supposed. Our new chair was about to reveal a whole new world to us.

Though the wind was howling at the top, the couple promised us it was only a short traverse to incredible. "Keep skiers right!" they shouted, skiing off and leaving us to fend for ourselves. We followed them until they dipped out of sight through an opening in the ski rope and questioned their direction. Looking their way, it was white, unknown, off trail. The wind was blasting our face with snow and the groomed trail, although shorn clean of any fresh snow, promised safety in numbers and well-marked trail signs. However, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that a local sharing a powder stash is not something you pass up on. We took the leap and passed through the gate.

Holy powder.

My insta-grin must have beamed through the whiteout upon finding that the ice on the groomed run disappeared the moment I slid through the gate. I may have even hollered a joyous "Yeah!!" as I took my first turns. Fully back into confident-mode, I took turn after turn of buttery, white turns. It appears the wind was doing the skiers a favor that day and blowing all the soft high-elevation snow into the best lift-accessed terrain at Revelstoke. This is what we had been promised- the locals were right.

Lap after lap we explored the off-piste. Trees, chutes, wide open areas- Revelstoke had it all. I couldn't believe how soft the snow could turn from base to top; a testament of the elevation rise Revelstoke claims. The fresh snow rivaled what we had been skiing days before in Alaska's outback, yet this was all in-bound and easy to access. Lucky Canadians.

We ended the day with grins on our faces and tired legs. A long drive ahead of us, we packed our gear away and changed into civilian clothing. With a promise to return in the deep of winter to experience all the mountain truly had to offer, we wished our brief foray into Revelstoke's greatness goodbye. If it was this good on a rain day, I can't even imagine what is in store for our next visit.


February 21, 09:09 AM
Rock Climbing Thailand
Part II of the Climbing in Thailand series: Yesterday Whitney joined us to help us get packed and take off for Thailand; today she brings in her experience on the climbing of this beautiful country and what you need to know to navigate it as well as where to stay and what to do on your rest days. Have any additional tips, comments or questions? Share with us below the post!
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Before the trip I researched everything I could find about what to bring and places to stay and ultimately I think it's rather easy to plan for this trip, once you know where to start. Below are some of my suggestions for making the most of your trip to TonSai and Railay, Thailand:

View from the anchors of "Mai Pen Rai"
Research the routes: Purchase the climbing guidebook before going and take a look at it in advance. I have a difficult time recommending only the newest guidebook, because both were useful. The newest guidebook, The Pocket Guide by Sirichai Pongsopon (which we bought once we got over there) is more up to date on route information, however the older book Thailand: A Climbing Guide by Sam Lightner Jr. has detailed information about the routes, Railay and TonSai itself. It's my first pick!

I would suggest taking a look at the routes you want to climb online to see how the grades compare to the book and also recent information on bolting.


What to bring: We had no problem getting our laundry washed for a couple of dollars while we were there, but it was still nice to have about 3 tops and 3 bottoms to alternate between for climbing. The amount of walking you do, plus the humidity (I've never sweat so much in my life) equals smelly climbing clothes. Because of the humidity, I found that if I hand-washed my climbing clothes they were never dry the next day.


We brought our own gear, which doesn't always make traveling easy, but knowing where a rope has been is a good feeling. We brought 12 draws which turned out to be enough. If you do need to rent gear, there are plenty of options.


I brought two pairs of climbing shoes. One aggressive pair and one old pair, but I only ended up using my aggressive pair. If you choose to do deep water soloing be sure to bring an older pair of shoes. Between the sand and the humidity my shoes got pretty beat up, I wouldn't recommend bringing brand new shoes.


Bring more than one pair of sandals! Chacos are great for the approach to a crag or hiking to the hidden lagoon, but Chacos in the ocean + sand =  rubbing and blisters. A comfortable pair of flip-flops are were well worth it.


Where to stay: Railay is air-conditioned and touristy and TonSai is cheap and where the climbers usually stay. We didn't book a place beforehand and had no issue finding a place in TonSai, even during the Chinese New Year. The further you walk up the hill in TonSai, the cheaper the places tend to be. We stayed at the Countryside Resort for around $25 a night, which was about as cheap as it came for a bungalow during high season. What to expect for $25? Electricity only in the evenings and morning, cold showers, and some pesky insects flying around your room at night. Who can complain when you've got your own private bungalow near the beach in beautiful Thailand for ONLY $25 a night. Where ever you stay, the two things I'd recommend is a fan (ours only worked occasionally) and a mosquito net.


Not bad for $25 a night!
How to get there: Chances are you'll be flying into Bangkok because it's cheaper. You're next options are to fly from Bangkok to Krabi or Phuket , take a train from Bangkok, or a take a bus. We went to the train station the day before we wanted to leave to buy our tickets, but due to the Chinese New Year the train was sold out. Because we didn't want to wait around in Bangkok we chose the bus instead. The bus ride was a story on its own. Even though the bus is cheap it has its downfalls, and we'll probably fly to Krabi in the future. Lonely Planet's guidebook has it categorized as one of the scams in Thailand, and Sam Lightener Jr. speaks pretty poorly about it in the climbing book. They're both right.  If you do choose to ride the bus, hold on tight and bring all of your valuables on the bus with you.

Needless to say, we went straight to the nearest internet café and booked a flight out of Krabi back to Bangkok for the way home. While a plane ticket costs around $150 per person, I didn't regret that decision at all.
On the bright side, transportation in Thailand was never hard to figure out, even the sketchy bus got us exactly where we needed to be.


About the rock: Beautiful Limestone formations everywhere! Be prepared for some of the craziest rock features you've ever seen. Some of the rock is very sharp and some a bit polished, the guidebook will be able to point you in the right direction as far as rock is concerned.


Leading "Groove Tube"
Working on endurance, pockets and pinchers would be a great way to train for this trip. Heading to your local climbing gym and playing on the overhanging wall would also benefit you.  As far as gym climbing and rock climbing go, this is the only place where the two seem comparable. The biggest difference between climbing in Thailand and anywhere else I've ever been, is how  three-dimensional the climbing is. If you get stuck on a crux move, be sure to look all around you (including behind you) for your next hold.


Everything is bolted and some routes have new bolts right next to the old bolts. The shiny bolts are not necessarily the best option, as Thailand uses Titanium glue-in bolts to help prevent rusting. Be sure to read up on this before you climb!


Ratings: At first, the ratings felt a little stiff, but as we continued climbing throughout the week we got familiar with the style of climbing, making the grades feel a bit easier. 


If you climb 5.11+ the amount of routes available to you are endless, but don't be discouraged if you don't climb that hard. I found plenty of easier routes to keep me busy. If you're not big on lead climbing at your limit (like me) look into some of the climbing classes available in the area. Every corner you take there is another climbing shop.


My favorite routes were: Groove Tube, Mai Pen Rai, Missing Snow.


Rest days: We rarely climbed an entire day because it took us a while to figure out which crags were best for us. A lot of variations go into picking a crag: how far away it is, how bad are the mosquitos, is it tide dependent, does it get sun, and so on. We found the best solution was to climb in the morning until about noon, before it gets too hot. Climbing in the evening is great too, but the mosquitos get vicious.


For one rest day I'd highly recommend taking a Thai cooking class with Mrs. Ya! The class costs about $30 plus the boat ride to and from Ao Nang, but it's worth it. Not only do you make some of the best food you've ever tasted but she gives you a cook book (worth it's weight in gold) to bring back with you.


Making Pad Thai at the Krabi Thai Cookery School.
Another fun rest day adventure is the hike to the Hidden Lagoon. The hike itself is not that far but it's steep with muddy, slippery rock (it had rained the night before, but I think it's always muddy).  One thing we didn't have time for, that I really wanted to try, was kayaking. While it's not the best activity for a rest day, it looked like a ton of fun!


Unexpected issues: I was surprised by the amount of people on Railay beach, but what I was more surprised and disappointed by was the amount of trash on TonSai beach.  If TonSai continues to do nothing about the garbage this beautiful place will not be around for long. Be sure to do your part to avoid adding to the garbage. Two things you can do to help is by bringing your own water bottle instead of buying small plastic water bottles each day, and not using styrofoam.


Keep Paradise Clean! Photo by Andrew
February 20, 11:00 AM
When in Thailand
Whitney, a friend of ours from Colorado, recently returned from a climbing trip to Thailand. What climber doesn't dream of this? Since we couldn't fit in her bags, we asked her to give us a run-down of her tips and tricks to navigating this foreign climbing mecca. Once you've read this, all you gotta do is pack your bags and go!  She'll be covering the actual climbing on her site, so stay tuned.  Thanks for the extensive "research," Whitney! ;)




City Panorama from the Vertigo Bar. Photo by Andrew
Details on our trip: Jan 16th thru Feb 2nd
Three days spent in Bangkok before heading to TonSai where we spent 11 days and then flew back to Bangkok for 2 days.


Where to stay: We decided to stay at a nicer place in Bangkok, The Siam City Hotel. It's rare finding a 4 or 5 star hotel for under $100 and we wanted to take advantage of it. Many of the backpackers stay near Khao San Road, however I would suggest somewhere near the sky train because it makes transportation EXTREMELY easy.


Before you leave for your trip: Check with your bank to see if you can do a currency exchange before you go. My bank did it for free which saves you the $3-5 or so that it cost every time you take out money at the ATM in Thailand.
Call your credit card or debit card company to make sure they know you are going out of the country, otherwise your card could get canceled for suspicious activity.
Look at reviews on sites like Trip Advisor for the best places to stay. Having a place to stay in Bangkok before you go makes one less thing to worry about when you arrive.
Get a guide-book. We used Lonely Planet and it had a ton of suggestions and words of advice on scams to look out for.


What to pack for Bangkok: What you wear is really up to you, just know that it's HOT and humid. I found that while in Bangkok, the local Thai's dress really nice and I was glad to have brought some nicer things to wear, besides just my beach and climbing clothes. If you plan to visit a temple (which you should do) you should bring clothes that cover most of your arms and legs. I brought a super thin, half sleeve shirt for temples, but a scarf or a sarong would work perfectly. Light-weight, fast drying clothing is best. Material and fit of this dress by Patagonia, would be perfect. I found my longer cotton skirts worked well but got a little sweaty.
The main thing I wished I had brought on the trip was a watch. I usually use my cell phone for time, and with out that I rarely knew what time it was; even the hotel room did not have a clock.


Must Bring: toiletries! I'm so glad I didn't forget those. It's extremely hard to find a bathroom while walking around Bangkok. Once you find one, chances are you will have to pay 5-20 baht. I rarely found a bathroom with toilet paper, soap or paper towels, so be sure to bring toilet paper and hand sanitizer!


Thai culture: I read "Very Thai Everyday Pop Culture" before going as well as doing a lot of research online. I found this book had a lot of useful things that I was glad to know before I went and actually saw it in Thailand. Seeing a man in a ski mask in 90 weather is a lot less intimidating when you have read the book first. Thai culture is fascinating, I loved all of it!


Arriving in the airport: If you get to the airport before 12 AM your best bet is to take the sky train to your destination. It's cheap and it's easy to figure out.
If you stay in a place not accessible to sky train or you arrive after midnight (like we did) there are Taxi's waiting at the airport to take you where you need to go. Make sure you have the address ready, and by-pass all the people asking you where you are going inside the airport. Go outside to the taxi lines, where a translator will take a look at the address and make sure your cab driver knows where to take you. Chances are you will pay the toll fee which is around 60 Baht. You will also need Baht to pay the driver when you arrive to where you are going.


A good depiction of how Bangkok looks all the time.
How to get around: Seems there are no traffic rules in Thailand except that red lights mean stop, and even then it seemed optional. While walking down the street, motorcycles will hop on the sidewalks to avoid traffic and swerve between lanes. We saw plenty of babies on the back of motorcycles and scooters and cars driving in the side lanes. Needless to say, crossing the street is risky, try to avoid it.
We stuck close to the sky train after having a taxi driver tell us he understood where we wanted to go and then took us in the very opposite direction outside of the city. If you do take a taxi, make sure he turns the meter on and knows where to go. Many of them don't speak English.
The Sky trains is always your best bet, safe, air-conditioned, easy to understand and cheap.
Tuk Tuks are, I'm pretty sure, something everyone should experience. Two important things to know about them though are that they drive super fast and the entire time you're breathing in Bangkok pollution and Tuk Tuk fumes. Secondly, be sure to decide on a price before the trip, the Tuk Tuk's don't have a meter so the driver gets to decide what you pay. We took one about 3 blocks, it was terrifying and fun, and about all we could handle.


Now you see them, now you don't. Tuk Tuk rides are fun and scary!
Motorcycles are another option, but we weren't brave enough to try them.


Where to eat: Meals in Bangkok are a bit intimidating at first. Be brave!  If you're not brave you'll end up spending too much money, like we did, when we tried eating lunch at our hotel. The result, we ended up with not great food and an unexpected bill of $60. Yes, we should have checked the price beforehand, but I guess we thought buffet's were only that expensive in Vegas.
That experience was all we needed to become brave and adventurous with food. Our next meal cost us a total of about .75 cents (USD), from a street vendor, in an alley, and it was delicious! We never got sick in Thailand. In fact I'm pretty sure my stomach hurt less in Thailand then it does in America (fresh food vs over processed food?). We only ate at street vendors were locals were eating and we had great results.


Allergies and Spicy food: I'm knowingly allergic to shellfish, but I've stayed away from it for over 10 years so I had no idea whether it had gotten better or worse. I brought an Epi pen and Benadryl as a safety precaution. Unless you're fluent in Thai, asking for no shellfish, or whatever, is pretty darn hard. Instead I just avoided anything I thought might have it, meaning I ate A LOT of chicken. The one food I didn't stay away from was curry, and apparently most curry's are made with shrimp paste. Even though it's a very little amount, I now know I'm not deathly allergic to shellfish. Good to know.
If you are deathly allergic to shellfish, your options are a bit limited. Another allergy that would be tricky in Thailand is peanuts, many dishes, i.e. Panaang curry, and Pad Thai use peanuts.
Is it possible to avoid spicy food in Thailand? Maybe if you order just rice. The best Thai food was usually pretty spicy. If you don't like spicy food, you can try telling them to make it less spicy, however less spicy is still pretty darn spicy. Your best bet? Suck it up, because it's delicious! ;)


Things to see: The amount of time we spent in Bangkok was not nearly enough time to give a list of must see places, but we still stumbled upon some pretty cool stuff. I was bummed to miss the weekends in Bangkok by one day, so I never got to experience the weekend markets that sound amazing.
Khao San Road was worth checking out, there are plenty of touristy markets and temples near by. Don't take any of the Tuk Tuk drivers up on their 2 Baht for anywhere you want to go scams.


Khao San Road. Photo by Andrew
Siam and Chit Lom (sky train stops) are the best areas to do some shopping and wander around Bangkok malls. Sala Daeng (sky train stop) is a fun area at night to walk around. It's very touristy and the street vendors are trying to sell you everything from knock-offs to porn and "sexy shows." Not making eye contact or just smiling, while shaking your head no, and continuing to walk seemed to work just fine.


Phra Maha Mondop
I recommend heading to the Vertigo Bar in the Banyan Tree Hotel for a fun, get "dressed up" evening out. (Be sure to check the dress code before going.) The bar is NOT cheap, drinks will cost you about $10 each, but the views from the top of a sky scraper are amazing! Besides, how often do you find an outdoor bar on top of a sky scraper in America? We had a few glasses of wine and then choose to eat dinner somewhere a bit cheaper. I suggest arriving an hour to thirty minutes before sunset to get a good spot.


Tilt shift photo from the top of the Vertigo Bar. Photo by Andrew
Temples: We went to whatever temple we were close to at the time. All of them are beautiful (soai). My favorites were the Suan Pakkad Palace Museum near the Siam City Hotel and the Phra Maha Mondop near the train station. Most temples are tourists friendly. If you walk through, don't forget to take your shoes off before entering and most often you can take photos of anything outside but NOT indoors.
As busy and chaotic as Bangkok is, it was really worth spending a few days in. Not only did it give me time to adjust to the time difference but Bangkok is such a cool city. Street food and night markets are something worth experiencing at least once before heading to your next destination.




You can check out Whitney on her blog: http://bradleysadventures.wordpress.com/ and on Twitter: @whitneyio

February 10, 11:12 AM
Sarah Burke: Life Celebrated in Matchstick Productions' Tribute
A debt of gratitude must be paid to Sarah Burke on behalf of female skiers everywhere. As the first female to compete in freeskiing, Sarah pushed the sport for over fifteen years with fearless progression. Taking her passion to the X Games committee, she fought for women freeskiers to not only compete, but be on equal ground with the men. Her successful campaign gave access to women athletes in the games and promoted a greater recognition of the same.

Today we want to pay tribute to a hero, Sarah Burke, and what she stood for. Known for her generous smile, brave athletics, and an open heart, her passing is not a closing, but an invitation for women everywhere to continue her legacy and push their abilities. We part with these warm words of remembrance from her husband, Rory Bushfield, to the Twitter community:


She's in every snowflake, every ray of sunshine, every breeze. More than ever, now and always, I #BelieveInSarah.






Sarah Burke Video Tribute 2012:
February 09, 01:30 PM
First Descents: An Outdoor Program of Healing for Cancer Patients and Survivors

If you haven't heard of First Descents, the nonprofit organization which helps cancer patients participate in real outdoor adventure, allow us to introduce it to you. Their mission is to offer "young adult cancer fighters and survivors (ages 18-39) a free week-long outdoor adventure experience designed to enable them to climb, paddle, and surf beyond their diagnosis, defy their cancer, reclaim their life, and connect with others doing the same."

Why is this important? After meeting with the staff of First Descents during the Outdoor Retailer Show last month, we got a very clear vision of why this is so beneficial to cancer patients: it gives them a chance to feel normal again. It gives them a chance to face a new kind of fear, an external one, and one filled with thrills, adrenaline and ending with smiles. It gives these patients a chance to feel an overwhelming sense of accomplishment, achievement, and beating the unknown. And when the adventure has become a memory, they can take those same feelings and transfer them directly to facing cancer with renewed courage and determination.

Below is Janet, one of the future participants of First Descents. Torn with distress, fear and lacking assurance, a program like First Descents will give her the chance to live- truly live- through a connection with cancer patients and with the outdoors, a place that many of us go to heal spiritually and mentally. As she mentions, this is part of her "bucket list" and gives her something to look forward to. That hope and anticipation is critical to those facing the loss of their own life.



Please take some time to get familiar with First Descents, its programs, and most importantly, the stories of those who have taken part its adventures. Spread the word about Janet and her need for a donor. And  if you know a patient or survivor- or someone affected by cancer- let them know there is a place for them and their loved ones to renew themselves and give hope to their heart and others'.

February 06, 07:24 PM
Snowbird is for (New) Lovers

SNOWBIRD REINVENTS SPEED DATING WITH VALENTINE’S DAY SINGLES LINE

SNOWBIRD, UTAH –Snowbird Ski and Summer Resort is adding a twist to its singles-only line this Valentine’s Day, with a new lift line intended for singles who are not in a relationship to meet each other while high-speed dating on Peruvian Express chairlift.

“The Valentine’s singles line is a unique way of speed dating, and Snowbird is the perfect place to meet fun friends,” said Dave Fields, who proposed to his now-wife on a chairlift.

To entice singles to participate in the event, adult all-day chairlift tickets will be sold at a discounted rate of $40 on Valentine’s Day.

After Peruvian Express closes for the day, singles may then proceed to an après singles social at El Chanate, Snowbird’s Mexican restaurant, located on Level A of The Cliff Lodge. When guests mention the singles line, El Chanate will offer buy-one-get-one-free appetizers and entrees throughout the evening.

Couples are also invited to visit Snowbird on Valentine’s Day, and the resort is offering romantic dining and lodging options. Special Valentine’s Day menus will be available at The Wildflower, The Lodge Bistro and the newly remodeled Aerie. Menus may be previewed by visiting http://www.snowbird.com/events/valentinesday.html. Couples may also enjoy a Valentine’s Day retreat that includes a night at The Cliff Lodge, three treatments at The Cliff Spa with access to the scenic rooftop pool and hot tub, and Tram and lift tickets. Details can be found at http://www.snowbird.com/lodging/hotdeals.php?deal=75.

February 06, 09:52 AM
Outdoor Retailer and SIA: Two Weeks of Tradeshows
Oh yeah, it's just the infamous Glen Plake...
(Outdoor Retailer. Photo: Maria Paspuel)

Twice a year Outdoor Women's Alliance attends the Salt Lake City-based Outdoor Retailer tradeshow to get a handle on what's new and coming for women in the outdoor gear world. This year we also had the opportunity to attend the Snowsports Industry Association's (SIA) show in Denver. Racing from appointment to appointment, we split up to learn and gather as much information as we could at these shows, including the testing out of gear on the snow for some hands-on experiences.

After over 60 appointments, two fashion shows, several on-snow ski and snowboard trials, and countless star-struck stares at all the new gear, we've got quite a story to tell.

Join us all throughout this week as we give you the scoop and skinny on what's coming your way for 2012-2013!
February 01, 12:12 PM
National Girls & Women In Sports Day

Leave it to Twitter to educate us about something great in the world of women & sports. We had no idea about the honor February 1st brings - a national day commemorating the athletic female. Pip Hunt was the broadcaster of this great news; we came across her announcement of how she's celebrating when we read this tweet:
































This celebration is new for us, but it already changed how we're viewing going about our day, so we wanted to get the word out in case you may find a need to participate. We're thinking of taking it to the slopes to enjoy the snow in our local Wasatch mountains, as well as getting some new ideas on articles to be written to promote women in the outdoors (our specialty!). But what we want to know right now is how you're going to celebrate today's National Girls and Women in Sports Day? And if you can't get out today- what things have you done to push yourself in the outdoors?

Let us know in a comment below- you may find yourself getting a chance to be interviewed for a story all about you for an upcoming article!
January 16, 01:12 PM
Sarah Burke: Further Test to be Conducted, Press Conference Canceled

Monday, January 16, 2012, 10:01 am

Latest Press Release:


Late last night, Rory Bushfield, Sarah's husband, and members of her family met with physicians to discuss the results of Sarah's most recent neurological tests and assessments. Based on the information they received, we regret to inform you that they have decided to cancel today's press conference in order for further tests to be conducted this morning and in the coming days. The family wants to express their deep appreciation for the overwhelming support Sarah has received from all over the world. They ask that everyone continue to keep Sarah and Rory in their prayers. Rory and Sarah's family remain at the hospital.

The family asks that the media continue to respect their privacy. At the family's request, there will no further updates today from Sarah's family or the hospital. Future updates will be released via her website at www.sarahburkeski.com.

Fans may continue to express their support via Sarah's Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/pages/Sarah-Burke/50553451173 and the hashtag #believeinsarah on Twitter.
January 12, 01:57 PM
Sarah Burke, Freestyle Skiing Champion, In Critical Condition
Sarah Burke, the 29 year old Freeskiing Olympic hopeful for the Russia 2014 winter games, was rushed to the University of Utah hospital Tuesday following a head injury in Park City Mountain Resort's superpipe. Burke, who was training for the upcoming ESPN X Games, apparently bounced from her feet onto her head following a manuever in the pipe, resulting in brain trauma. She is in critical condition with a medically-induced coma.


It is a rare combination that makes up the hard-charging Burke. She has won four X Games gold medals in freeskiing, a sport in which she fought, and succeeded, to have recognized in the Winter Olympics. A favorite in the industry, she has also been recognized by others outside of skiing, such as FHM Men's Magazine, for her indelible charm, beauty and fashion sense.


Her husband, Rory Bushfield, also a freeskier, believes she has the fight to pull through this ordeal. The pair have been supportive of each other in their athletic pursuits, recognizing the inherent risks associated with this type of sport. In his statement, Bushfield says of his wife, "Sarah is a very strong young woman, and she will most certainly fight to recover." He is now waiting beside his wife at the University of Utah hospital.


Burke underwent a successful operation Wednesday at the University of Utah. The surgery repaired the tear in her vertebral artery which caused hemorraging within her skull. Following the surgery, William T. Couldwell, M.D., Ph.D, professor and chair of Neurosurgery made this statement: "With injuries of this type we need to observe the course of her brain function before making definitive pronouncements about Sarah's prognosis for recovery... Our Neuro Critical Care team will be monitoring her condition and response continuously over the coming hours and days."




*We at Outdoor Women's Alliance wish the best to Sarah, as well as her family and friends, as they surround Sarah during this time. Through our conversations with Sarah in the social media realm, we have come to recognize her as a determined and open-hearted woman. Our thoughts and prayers are with her. 









November 23, 11:42 PM
Thanksgiving at Snowbasin



























Although I believe all our Utah ski and snowboard resorts have claims to fame when it comes to beauty, one that takes my breath away is Snowbasin. Located between two picturesque valleys about 35 miles north of Salt Lake City, Snowbasin is tucked behind a beautiful winding highway that surrounds you with spectacular scenery as it whisks you to the resort. When I have a spare day, I take advantage of this drive and the incredible resort to which it leads. The journey alone is worth it, but the skiing... oh the skiing... it is fantastic.

Lucky you, Utah. You have the opportunity to head there this Thursday, before fattening your belly, to take some turns on the snow which the mountain has been accumulating. You have the chance to point your skis downhill while the taking in views of Pineview Reservoir and the peaks packed tightly in the distance. You'll get to see, first-hand, the grandeur of the lodges with their timber beams and European flair (oh, and of course their incredible bathrooms- this is not in jest; they are absolutely noteworthy.) And last but not least, you will have a chance to sample what Snowbasin's season has to come on eight groomed runs and a terrain park. If you didn't have a running list of things to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, I just provided it for you. (You're welcome.)

All said, lucky Utah, you will get to ski at a place where I so proudly bring visitors as one of Utah's must-ski resorts while I am stuck here in Florida where the palm trees sway, so far removed from the sleek gondolas and the majestic beauty that surrounds Snowbasin. Please go enjoy it for me; I'll satisfy myself with the knowledge that I will return to its snowy slopes in December.
November 25, 09:54 AM
Utah's 2011-2012 Opening Ski Day
No hiking at all for me today



It was like Christmas Eve last night and I was the six year old child trying to keep my eyes squeezed shut long enough for the early signs of dawn when I could jump out of bed and race to my... computer.

Yes, this is what I have been reduced to- a spectator of the ski season beginning. All the wonderfulness of winter begins today in Utah with Big Cottonwood Canyon resorts in the lead (Brighton and Solitude ski resorts) and I am about as far as you can get from participating from this yearly celebration. As I write this, I stare out on a vista of palms and a slow, winding river filled with gators. I'm in Florida, kids. Feel my pain.

Usually I love being home. I grab the old canoe, paddle around the herons, egrets and manatees and explore the channels cut through the swamp by the Army Corps of Engineers to control the swarms of mosquitos that once plagued the area. I can be at the beach within 7 minutes and practicing my sand castle building skills. But to be here on the one day that marks the beginning of the best time of year? That's torture.

I've already pored over photos from last winter, stalked both the Brighton and Solitude Facebook pages, and dug deeg into the Twitter feeds from both resorts. Now all I can do is sit, and wait, for Utah to wake up, get their freshly tuned skis and boards loaded into their Subarus and hit the snow so I can live vicariously through my fellow (but much more luckily situated) snow enthusiasts.

Good readers, won't you please have some pity? This troubled heart needs compassion and it can only come in the form of you telling me details of your day. Photos, tweets, updates on Facebook- whatever. Yes, I actually want to hear how much fun you are having. Chalk it up as doing your good deed for the day- you'll be lifting the spirits of one who lives for snow but is stuck with sand.

All my thanks in advance. Now go make some turns.
October 24, 07:35 AM
Snowboarding Revelstoke

Team Manager and legendary shredder Barrett Christy took the Nike 6.0 girls' snowboard team to Revelstoke resort last season for a week of interior BC pow. The area, previously only accessed by sleds, now has several lifts that offer access to peaks and bowls that provided endless entertainment to a crew with some pent-up freeriding energy.


Nike Girls Revelstoke Trip from Nike 6.0.

October 20, 07:45 AM
It's Not Winter Yet! Surfing with Malia Manuel

With two American resorts opening their doors on October 8th, it would seem that everyone is gearing up for a serious ski season. However, the southern latitudes are waxing a different type of board for a different kind of riding. Some of the largest swells in Hawaii manifest themselves from November until March, making winter time a supreme time to catch a ride on the tide.

One of those surfers, Malia Manuel, was recently featured in the surf movie Leave a Message. From her sponsor, O'Neill:

Surfing has been engrained in Malia's blood since she was born. As a baby, her parents would take turns watching her on the sand while the other would catch waves on the beaches of Kauai. As soon as she turned three years old, Malia started surfing with them.

Born and raised in the small lush town of Wailua, Malia has been highly influenced by her culture.Her father is Hawaiian and her mother is from the mainland, however, Malia is 100 percent Aloha.She fully embraces her culture, including a love for the ocean.

Growing up in Hawaii, she has been influenced by legendary surfers in her backyard, making her style progressive and fluid, yet incredibly graceful and poised. -O'Neill

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October 17, 07:35 AM
Jen Hudak is Moving Mountains

Jen Hudak may ski hard, but a she's got a soft spot in her heart for getting the most out of life- both through experiences and being able to connect meaning with those experiences. She's also one of the most approachable super-stars you'll ever have the chance to chat up on the social media outlets (see footer for info). I haven't had the chance to meet Jen in person yet, but you get the feeling she's the real deal- soulful skiing sister.


Jen Hudak "Moving Mountains" from NEU PRODUCTIONS.

In Jen's words:

It’s hard to believe that summer has come to an end. The leaves have started to change, and soon will be littering the ground, readying it for the heavy snow that will inevitably fall. It is impossible not to reflect on the previous winter- the goals accomplished, the bad crashes, the fun that was had- and even more difficult to stop fantasizing about the adventures to come in the 11/12 season ahead. As I do my own reflecting, I can look back over the footage in this “Moving Mountains” series and see just how far I have come.

Working with John Roderick of Neu Productions (www.neuproductions.com) last season to create this short film series was an honor. John’s cinematography and editing is incredible. The series takes an honest look into one of the toughest seasons of my career. It aims to shine some light on the less seen moments of our sport- to step away from the obvious aspects of skiing and dive into the knitty gritty. The short films explore the pressure, the pain, the satisfaction and the gains that we all experience in pursuit of a tremendous goal. We wanted to tell a story, backed by incredible action, about having the courage to dream, to take risks and to follow an unpaved path. 
As we ventured from Utah to Colorado and on to Japan and France, the winter continued to keep us on our toes. This first piece serves as a set up for the rest of the series. It starts in Utah as I am preparing for the season ahead- reflecting, as I am now, on my past, and getting excited for what unknown adventures lie ahead. We captured my daily life in Utah from the U.S Ski Team gym, to Park City’s incredible pipe, and into the infamous Utah sidecountry- enjoying my last few days of freeskiing before jumping into the high-pressure contest circuit. 
We are all on a journey of our own, trying to achieve something greater than ourselves. Last winter, I was given obstacles to overcome, and in doing so I grew as a human being. This is my attempt to share with you a side of myself that can’t be seen at the bottom of a pipe run. We took a risk with the project that we hope people, skiers and non-skiers alike, will appreciate and enjoy. 
Dreams are today’s answers to tomorrow’s questions.

 
Newly refurbished jenhudak.com features recent photos and videos, blog posts, schedule of events, sponsors, etc. The site provides further insight into Jen’s amazing personality. By following links provided on her website you can personally connect with her on her Facebook fan page and Twitter account. Jen is a professional skier of 7 years. Based in Salt Lake City, UT.
October 13, 07:25 AM
Grete Eliassen Goes GoPro

What happens when you give a GoPro to a... well, a pro? Check out this video Grete Eliassen shot and stitched together through first-person views and her own editing skills.

October 10, 08:20 AM
Carrie Cooper: Ain't Nothin Gonna Break My Stride

Carrie Cooper, Salt Lake City resident, PrAna ambassador and 39 week pregnant climber shares her story of continuing to climb throughout her pregnancy.

I believe that life is about living gracefully through the transitions. I have climbed the world over for the last 10 years and developed a keen sense of my body and its strengths. As a healthy expectant mother I continued to listen to the needs of my body. Staying in tune often means exploring the possibilities: changes in balance, energy needs, and the ability to move with ease. I hope you enjoy this video which means so much to me. It feels like a reflection of the adaptability of the human body and the strength of the human spirit. ~Carrie Cooper

Thanks to PrAna for sending this to us.


Carrie Cooper: 39 Weeks from Prana Living on Vimeo.

October 09, 06:12 AM
Sea Kayaking San Francisco
This is an excerpt from a tale of women who take on the wild waters of San Francisco Bay and leave no doubt that the skills of female athletes are second to none. 

from: Outside Magazine

Rowing the bay near the ­­Maltese Falcon ­mega-yacht    Photographer: Melanie Rovens


SCULL CRUSHERS

On wind-blasted San Fran­cisco Bay, a crew of hardcore rowers dodges freighters and fog banks for kicks. They are mostly women over 40. And they will destroy you.

By: MICHAEL ROBERTS
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LIKE CROSS-COUNTRY SKIING, rowing is 95 percent technique—a series of sequential ­motions, each critically important. Imagine trying to shoot a basketball using giant chop­sticks while running backward. Unlike, say, learning to ride a bicycle, you never just “get it.” Even veterans work on the ­mechanics constantly.

And so it was that I found myself bobbing nervously among eight other rowers at the start of a group row on a clear September morning. Since my lessons, I’d completed a handful of frustrating solo outings. I was so eager for speed that I was constantly digging my oars too deep or barely skimming the surface. Several times, I’d nearly pitched headlong into the drink.

Our coach for the day was Chris Dadd, a mustachioed fortysomething former col­le­giate racer who runs the rowing program at Berkeley High School.

“All right,” he bellowed into a bullhorn from his aluminum outboard skiff. “Let’s do some work!”

That’s when the six women in our group promptly left me and two other guys in their wake. We did a series of two-mile intervals, each ending with the women sitting patiently in their boats chatting as the dudes suffered our way to the finish. The fastest rower by far was Mary McLachlan, a lanky 53-year-old South African expat who would lay back in her boat after sprints with such ­tranquility that I was sure she was napping. Then she’d pop up and set off again, her lean limbs crank­ing in precision like some superpowered pray­ing mantis.

“Lying down stretches everything out,” she later explained while downing a thermos of iced nonfat milk. “I sit up and feel great.”

When we finally returned to the dock, both my hands were bleeding. At home in the shower, I felt a nasty sting below my tailbone and reached back to extract what appeared to be a silver-dollar-size jellyfish. Upon further inspection, it turned out to be the skin cap from a hideous butt-crack blister.

According to Shirwin Smith, who founded OWRC in 1985 by plopping four boats on the beach in Sausalito and offering lessons, men tend to have a harder time with rowing. “You want to solve problems with strength,” she told me.

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October 09, 06:10 AM
Rebecca Selig - A Woman to Watch

Rebecca Selig just dropped this edit featuring new interview material and ski footage from last season. Selig is no stranger to the podium at Subaru Freeskiing World Tour stops and she'll be competing on the full tour again this season... Keep on on eye on this one; you'll likely see her atop some more podiums this winter. - Flyflow

Rebecca Selig from Andrew Rhodes Taylor on Vimeo.

October 09, 06:10 AM
Artificial Mountains
I recently came across this post from inahabitat.com which details the concept for an artificial "mountain" that has been planned for Stockholm.  It naturally caught my eye as it talked about skiing, a sport that is most dear to me. As I read over it, I questioned whether this would give skiers an authentic ski experience.

According to the article, the ski complex, named the Skipark, will "...have a multitude of activities for both recreational skiers and hard core competitors. The ski hill is 700 meters long and drops 160 meters with a total of 70,000 sq meters of area to play on. Visitors will be able to ski moguls, play  hockey, cross country skate ski or even hit the kickers on their snowboards – almost every winter sport is represented. The impressive list of activities will allow the resort to play host to the World Cup, making it the only indoor facility of its kind to do so. The only thing that’s missing is real  powder."


Short skis on plastic snow in summer.  Not authentic.
I have skied on artificial snow before at Liberty University's Snowflex Centre . While not as good as the real thing, it's a pretty darn good substitute in the summer months when you are needing a place to strap your skis on. But it's still plastic and there's something strange about skiing in August in the south while mosquitoes are biting you.

I am not against this planned structure. I am curious about it. In fact, I'd love to visit it and give it a go myself when it is finished. However, my questions are: is it worth the expense to create these facilities with all the energy and resources used to build and maintain them? Is this a viable option for people who wouldn't otherwise travel to a ski resort? Is an artificial mountain a boon or detrimental to the culture of the outdoor community? And is it true that the only thing missing is "real powder?"
October 09, 06:12 AM
Kayaking Canada: A Girl's Night Out

Women on Water: Kayaking at Deep Cove


By Lydia Millett


Deep Cove’s Women on Water: Combining girl power, paddle power and lots of laughter

Since moving to Vancouver, I’d heard nothing but good things about Deep Cove and was told that the best way to check it out was in one of those narrow, yellow floating things that I had spent most of my adult life trying to avoid.


The last time I was in a kayak was when I was about 15 years old at school camp. I remember being terrified as I battled my way through the surf, tipping out numerous times, taking in mouthfuls of water and swimming back to the beach with sand-caked hair. Not exactly what you'd call fun.
However, when I heard that the cove is as calm as a lake, no surf involved, and that Deep Cove Kayak organizes an event called Women on Water, a sociable, non-competitive paddle for Vancouver ladies, I decided to give kayaking a second chance.



Connecting Women Through Kayaking


Image: Lydia Millett
Women on water provides an opportunity for women to get out and away from it all after a busy day at the office.
In 2001, Erian Baxter, who runs Deep Cove Kayak, with business partner Bob Putnam, found herself spending every hour of every day in an office doing paperwork. She started looking for something that would get her out and about regularly. “I really wanted to get out on the water, and I figured there would be other women in the cove who might want to have a women’s night,” she said.
As it turns out, there were lots of women who were in the same boat (pun intended). Baxter told me: “The first night it was me and 13 friends, but by the next week there were 33 people, many of whom we didn’t know," and so Women on Water was born.
Now, 10 years down the track, the girl-powered paddling nights can attract anywhere from 30 to 90 women who come out to the cove to paddle, socialise and take advantage of the longer summer evenings.
Baxter admits that the popularity of the evenings surprised her at first: “I was expecting it was going to be a few women I knew from the cove who just wanted a night away from the kids, but it's ended up attracting women from all over the Lower Mainland."

October 09, 06:12 AM
She Surfs: An Interview with Cori Schumacher

We stumbled across a great interview of pro surfer Cori Schumacher posted in this month's Cooler Magazine. We've got more surfing stories coming up soon by our own surfers; this should tide you over until then:


Pro Chat: Cori Schumacher

Cori noseriding at her best - photo by Chris Grant/jettygirl.com



Interview by Anna Langer

How did you get involved in this and what is your motivation behind it?
I was invited to join Women in Boardsports in Saas Fee after Lorene Carpentier of Keep A Breast Europe referred me to Carmela Fleury and Daniela Meyer. I was very grateful for this referral because it introduced me to a truly inspired idea that I believe will add substantially to the ongoing conversation of how to positively impact women and girls through a new evolution in sports. Boardsports dominate this new evolution and my main motivation for participating in WiB revolves around ensuring that women are represented in boardsports with dignity and respect. Additionally, I feel strongly that the healthy and empowering activities of boardsports should be emphasized for women rather than simply commodified as fashion lifestyles.
Can you give us a little sneak peek into what your speech will be about?
I’ve titled my presentation “From ‘Stand by your man’ to ‘Stand by your suntan’: Women in boardsports from a surfing perspective.” I’ll be talking about the import and opportunity of sports for the health of women and the fact that many of today’s most successful women have a history participation in sports. Being mindful of this trend along with the knowledge that boardsports are fast becoming a popular interest for many women and girls, we’ll look at whether or not the advertising and media of boardsports are representing positive, healthy images of women and girls, and discuss solutions where they are needed. We’ll be gazing at all of this through the lens of surfing, the godmother of women’s boardsports, since it was from here that skateboarding (“sidewalk surfing,” as it was once known), snowboarding and all other boardsports sprouted.
How do you perceive the female surf scene at the moment?
I think the female surf scene at the moment is the most visible and talented it has ever been. The overall vibe of the female surf scene is playful, young, attractive… They are constantly talking on camera about going shopping, eating, dancing and just “living the life.” But if you catch glimpses of the girls off camera, there is more going on in those heads than they let on. I’ve seen this personally at contests too… There is the face-to-the-media and the face-outside-of-the-media. So, there is the “scene,” the one that is the façade and then there is the internal world that is quite different. Some may argue that “this is just the way it is” and there is nothing to be done about it but this misses a very vital point about the new challenges facing today’s generation of female surfers.

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See the rest of the article on their site!
October 09, 06:23 AM
Freedom Climb
The Freedom Climb is a sponsored hike of Mt.Kilimanjaro to raise awareness... for justice projects around the world.

Women from across the globe will begin their ascent of Mt. Kilimanjaro in Tanzania on January 11, 2012, the National Human Trafficking Awareness Day in the U.S. Climbers will be raising awareness and finances for women and children being oppressed, enslaved, exploited and trafficked.

The Freedom Climb goal for 2012 is to affect the lives of 10,000 women through projects that break the cycles of poverty, shame, slavery, and despair. These projects include micro-loans, education, skills training, and protection from exploitation.

"As a climber in the upcoming Freedom Climb I am excited but also overwhelmed as I learn how large the sex-trafficking problem is in our world. Each day as I live in extreme comfort and safety I imagine that so many girls are being taken, exploited, beaten, and raped." - Susan McCabe




October 09, 06:12 AM
Carissa Moore Surfs for the Triple Crown

Looking forward to this...

Moore on the North Shore



By Jake Howard
ESPN Action Sports

Jason KenworthyCarissa Moore will be one to watch as the North Shore season gets underway this November.
In barrier shattering news, Carissa Moore has been awarded wildcards into the Reef Hawaiian Pro at Haleiwa and the Vans World Cup of Surfing at Sunset Beach. The 2011 ASP Women's World Champion will be competing alongside 200 of the world's most talented men. Both events are jewels in the Vans Triple Crown of Surfing series that takes place on the North Shore of Oahu every year.
"We were trying to keep it quiet," said Moore today while down at the Hurley Pro. "But seems like the cat's out of the bag now. I'm really excited about it. I'm feeling no pressure -- there are not points involved for me, and everybody's probably be expecting me to lose, so I'm just going to have fun out there."
Don't kid yourself, when Moore paddles out she means business. In 2010 Moore won the women's events at both Haleiwa and Sunset Beach and has built a career around solid North Shore fundamentals. She will be the first female in the modern era to attempt to capture a men's Triple Crown title.

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October 09, 06:10 AM
2011-12 Outerwear: Armada Arms Women Skiers With New Threads
Wondering what to wear this winter season? Check out the new styles of ski wear from Armada:


Outdoor Women's Alliance

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May 18, 09:48 AM
Food for Thought Friday


Now, what are you doing this weekend?
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Psst! Remember, it's the last day to enter gear giveaway week...
May 18, 09:23 AM
Columbia and Teton Sports: Why You Want This
Some of you have been wondering more specifically what comes in the gear package so I thought we'd have a show and tell. 

Note: If you are just joining, this is a contest with great odds. :) All you gotta do is subscribe (use that "subscribe" button in the upper right side of the site) and leave a comment!

Here you are:

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Pretty sweet looking set up, yeah? I've tested both of these products; both companies sponsored my ongoing co-project: The Most Epic Trip last year and I've grown to love and trust both companies for listening to their users and wanting to make the best products out there. 

Columbia Compounder Shell: Men or Women's
Let's start with the jacket.  Since becoming part of Columbia's #OmniTen team (explanation from fellow team member Modern Hiker), I first gave the Columbia's Women's Compounder Shell a try while spring skiing. Though it was likely intended to handle rain and wind while hiking/biking/backpacking your favorite summer trail, it worked awesomely on the hill. It handled wind with no problem (never felt a stitch of it enter through the shell) and it kept clamminess at bay with its superior breathability. 

That's saying something when you're working hard schussing your way through sun-baked slush. 

Super light-weight, amazing fit as a woman (trim, sleek styling) and eye-catching design. Love the fabric, the fit, the everything. 

Men, you'll have the same. ;)

Teton Sports Outfitter XXL Quick Tent
Quick? Try "Lightning Fast." If one of your least favorite things about camping is setting up the tent, you need this tent. If you always find yourself setting up in the cold darkness of night, you need this tent. If you like to have cool things, you need this tent.

Teton Sports saved many a heated argument from occurring by donating one of their tents to The Most Epic Trip. Because we were already tired from the day's hiking and climbing, the last thing we wanted to do was search out a campsite in the dark, figure out poles, flys, stakes, etc. Take the major element out- the poles- and you've got yourself a deal. That's what Teton Sports has done. Simply grab the pull cord and... pull. You've got yourself a tent. 

I can set up their six man version in under a minute. Guess how long this one takes me? A whopping 20 seconds, single-handedly, out of the bag (sans fly and staking). This beauty has a full 360 and canopy view for sleeping under the stars and the fly, if you need it, allows for extra gear to be stored under its vestibule. And while this is rated as an American one-person tent, in Europe, it'd be a two person. Outdoorsy friends, you're healthy enough to do the European thing. 

Fast and lightweight enough for a weekend backpack trip. Clean styling. You'll love it. 
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So there you go, friends. The gear giveaway lineup. Go get it. 







May 16, 10:09 AM
Your 3 Things

Today you're going to tell me about you. Read on:

My buddy Joe Johnson being thrilled with life
Photo: Bob Legasa

There's usually a sea of activity swimming around us; outdoor pursuits, work, entrepreneurial endeavors, friends, chores, etc. But when it quiets down, I find certain thoughts come forward loud and clear; and they usually run the same gammut:

I want to be better.

It's not self-deprecating; on the contrary, I feel a surge of excitement the longer I dwell on this topic.

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, 
to front only the essential facts of life, 
and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, 
and not, when I came to die, 
discover that I had not lived." 
-Thoreau

Did anyone else have the following experience? Going back to the ol' college days, you'd see the course catalog and spend days, literally, looking at the different classes and diving into the course descriptions, filling up the max 21 credits each semester. For me, I found my schedule filled with climbing and skiing courses mixed with natural sciences and some creative classes as a reward. 

I've come to realize that we in the outdoor community are filled with a thirst for knowledge which generally spurs on a desire to improve- either ourselves, our talents or the communities we live in. As much as we have a hard time sitting still physically, we generally have the same problem not being stretched mentally.

Since many of you are new here, I want to learn more about you. I'm curious about the three things  you want to master. 

Here are my three (of many):

1. Overcome fear- at least a portion of it. Fear hinders me on harder lead climbs and specific ski terrain (chutes and ice are my nemesis). It's the type of thing I'm capable of doing... if I weren't so chicken. (Which probably makes my mom happy.)

2. Carve out a time to volunteer- regularly. It just feels good. (Is that a selfish reason?)

3. Get back on the saddle. While easily figurative, I'm being literal. After my bikes were stolen a couple of summers ago, my biking gear has been sub-par and made me feel less-than-excited about biking. Enough with the excuses. This is my summer to get back to it.


Your turn- let's hear your three. It can be anything - a skill, a dream, a goal, a need. What is asking for attention in your life- what do you want to accomplish?


Psst! Remember, it's gear giveaway week!
May 17, 07:00 PM
Wanted: New River Gorge Climbing Partner- Apply Within


Look at the map. See that orange marker? That's where I am. See all that green? That's the New River Gorge. Ever heard of it? It has world-class climbing. Climbing takes partners. Herein lies my dilemma.

I arrived in West Virginia three days ago. This relocation was a semi-planned-turned-spur-of-the-moment work trip for which I was chomping at the bit to commence. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Utah, but my unrestrained gypsy-ness saw West Virginia as a ticket to escape being cooped up in Salt Lake for over two months. Besides, look at that map again... what climber wouldn't give up a hot, dry summer in the city for that kind of location? 

Want that.
Photo- New River, WV
So here I am. I want to get from Orange Marker to Green Polygon fully outfitted with a rope, shoes, harness, chalk AND a climbing partner. How is this accomplished? I've looked for local meetup groups- nope. I let people at work know I'm interested- nothing yet. I walked down Main Street- whoa! bad idea. (For propriety's sake, I'll spare details.)

This is where you come in, my outdoorsy, adventure-ish, oh-so-helpful community. If you were in my shoes, how would you make getting from point A to B happen?
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Psst! Remember- it's gear giveaway week here!


May 14, 11:05 AM
Gear Giveaway! Celebrate with Columbia and Teton Sports

You may notice things look a lil different around here. For the past couple of weeks, I've been preparing the site to celebrate a big event and today is the day:

* 250 posts and a five year birthday! *

Not only have I been preparing the site, but I've also been talking to my friends at Columbia and Teton Sports who are stoked you guys are celebrating with me. These guys were two big sponsors of The Most Epic Trip and are ready to throw gear your way for MY site's birthday. Awesome, yeah?

The Gear: 
Columbia is giving away a super-technical lightweight (and personal fave!) Compounder shell (check out men's or women's) while Teton Sports is giving away their Outfitter Tent which I can single-handedly set up in less than 30 seconds.

How to Get It:
Want to get your hands on the gear package? I bet you do... all you need to do is subscribe. Which, by the way, did you notice is a new feature on my site? That handy little "subscribe" text in the upper right-hand corner of the blog is a button that will get you entered for the gear. All you gotta do is fill out the parts marked with a star (Name, Email, you know, the usual...) and submit. Leave a comment below to give me a heads up that you've subscribed and you're in! 

Winner:
You're all winners. But by subscribing, you're even closer to being a winner of the gear package. The gear winner will be chosen randomly on Friday, May 18th (this week!), so make sure to get your subscriptions in!

Please play nice- I'd appreciate only one entry per person to give everyone a fair chance.
April 19, 04:56 PM
Back Home
Silver moonlit ocean
Sandy walks with friends
Night diving into black waves
Heat lightning jumping clouds

Phosphorescent boat rides
Smoke from Dad's charcoal grill 
Lore of the old Tomoka
Catching minnows with our hands

Beach-wind tousled hair
Tan lines on my shoulders
Smell of salty, humid air
Cold fried chicken in the cooler

Crisp December breezes
Mountain biking in the Hammock
Micanopy's ginger lemonade
Coquina-faced St. Augustine

Tubing down crystal springs
Cypress stumps at the bank
Grassy rivers of Paynes Prairie
Dark downpours at 3 o'clock

Grapefruit trees hanging low
Gators at the dock
Cicadas singing in the heat
Katydids after dark

Grits with butter on the table
My handsome little man
Chasing tidepool periwinkles
Making castles with wet sand

Stinging nettles at my ankles
Blinking stars in jars at night
Brave chameleons shaded by my hammock
Oak branches dipped with spanish moss

Turtle, frog legs and fried gator
Steak 'n Shake for lunch
Hush puppies served with surfer smiles
Watching waves from Snack Jack's table

Manatees and blue herons
Easter Sunrise Mass
The boardwalk lit with carousels
Jimmy Buffet cover bands

Lazy, open, big front porches
Publix subs in sandy flip flops
Pickled eggs in corner-store glass containers
Pickup trucks three times my height

Seven Mile Bridge over turquoise waters
Mangrove islands leaping from the shore
Hatchling turtles by the thousands
Sunrise, sunset: coast-to-coast.
My backyard river

April 18, 01:50 PM
Summer Nights
Photo: Hannah Allen

"We used to catch fireflies in mason jars. We used to go down to the county fair, listen to bluegrass in the summer air. And we danced all night as the rain came down; you held my hand as we slept on the ground...."

Some of the sweetest memories I have yet to have.
April 17, 11:07 AM
At Least I Have my Memories

A Facebook conversation with my cousin began when he viewed a photo of me, pick in the air and an exuberant smile plastered on my face, at the top of an ice climb this last winter. Icicles dangled all around me. He began by commenting, "Gosh, I'd be nervous of how sharp each of those icicles are..." and then, noting my safety precautions followed up with, "At least you have a helmet on...but those suckers could easily go right through your jacket/pants/etc."

I thought about it for a split second. Yes... it is true that icicles have been known to fall and kill people. I'd call it a freak accident, but the chance is there. But I was quickly lead to another thought, which I wrote in reply to him:

...And a rock could fall loose when I climb and an avalanche could be triggered when I ski, and a wave could take me under when I kayak and my brakes could fail when I mountain bike and a bear could eat me when I camp and I could lose my footing over a cliff when I hike... or I could die of a heart attack eating Cheetos and Twinkies on the couch. ;)
If it is my time to go, I'd rather die doing what I love with people I care about and enjoying life than in in "safety" with a mind full of memories fed to me from a tv on a shelf, lying on a couch full of crumbs. One makes you happy, healthy and vibrant. The other makes you fat, lazy and dull-minded. I'll take my chances with the icicles any day.



Go conquer.
April 16, 08:45 AM
Monday Morning Motivational

I like to post things that motivate me. If they motivate me, they likely will motivate you. At least, I like to think they will. Heck, you follow me. We must be somewhat similar...



Now go move. Shake up this week. Make things happen. Do that one thing that scares you. Make a mistake. Caution to the wind; go a lil crazy. Or a lot crazy.

Then let me know how it goes.

March 27, 04:29 PM
Checking Out

Yes, that's snow outside my window
A cold blue light is filtering through my window at the Orca Lodge in the Points North Heli-Adventures (PNH) compound. I have an hour to go until breakfast, a late start compared to the usual 7am on fly days. Sleeping in isn't something I'm looking forward to today- in fact, I'm not looking forward to any aspect of the day. It's the end of the week at PNH which means in just 180 minutes, I'll be checking out and saying goodbye to one of the most incredible opportunities I've had in my life.

"It's better to have loved and have lost than to never have loved at all" I am reminded as I write this. Ever since arriving in Utah as a newly independent 19 year old from Florida, I attached a fierce love to the mountains. As I grew more enamored, I wanted more of them; the bigger, more distant and more remote, the better. As soon as I reached one set of peaks, I wanted to go further and find the next range. My search was unquenchable- that is, until I found myself here in Alaska, flying into the wild Chugach range, with a group of strangers I now consider friends. It is in the Chugach that I found myself perfectly satisfied with the mountains around me, content to enjoy the splendor of the innumerable snowcapped peaks in view and happy to move no further in my search. I was in love. 



Don't take this as your normal, run-of-the-mill "in love;" rather, it is the kind that only happens in the most opportune circumstances. It's the sort of that is cast under a spell of first glances and is fed with the charm of rugged good looks and the first brush of a soft touch. It quickened my pulse and captivated my eyes; in an instant it forever changed the order of my heart. As the helicopter touched down in the softest snow among the most rugged peaks, I lost all sense of self and was immersed in the magic- I knew this intense feeling meant love at first sight. 



The days were spent thinking only of the present; and gave way to intense happiness as they blurred together in a whirlwind of adrenaline and clouds of white powder. Everywhere I looked was flawless; a piercing blue sky cut by the crisp white mountains laden with glaciers tumbling down their folds. Starting in the craggy roofline of this range, I swooped down, line after line, into a pristine snowscape: untouched, smooth, a whispering perfection under buoyant skis.


As I skied I racked up the vertical feet, tripling the size of Everest in a matter of days and found not one inch to complain about. It may have been clouded judgment, a naivety of young love, or the constant rush I felt coursing through my veins, but in my mind there could be no better ski line in the world than the ones I was creating.

The thrill of the entire experience is beyond my ability to capture in words. To even begin to comprehend the sincerity of my adoration, you would need to add exuberant smiles, hand gestures, voice inflection, even the minutia in the warm flush of skin and dilated pupils.




I was an atom in a giant’s playground, invited to play to my heart’s content. A lifetime of exploration could not exhaust the area’s skiable terrain. Every conceivable feature you could possibly want to ski- as well as those you never want to cross- is found in the Chugach. From mellow pitches to the most intense couloirs, the seeker finds his match. Pleasure is balanced, and perhaps even heightened, by the subconscious knowledge that danger is a potential in every turn. Skillfully averted by a trained guide, the perils only minimally play into your thought process, allowing a larger segment of your brain to settle into a state of security, and your heart to deepen its esteem for the immensity of splendor surrounding you.

Sadly, a lifetime was not what I had in these majestic folds. In less time than a summer romance, love found was as quickly ripped apart. A ferry stood by unforgivingly, seven days after arrival, to ship me back to a highway headed home. 

I didn’t want the ferry. I wanted the Chugach. I wanted the edge of winter dropping into the lapping water of the Prince William Sound, the glacial ice exposing its unearthly blue as it cracked over the underlying landscape, the feeling of flight as I took to my skis and to the skies. I didn’t want life outside of Alaska, even outside of this tiny region of the vast state. I would never again be fully content with inbound resort life, something I had previously reveled in.  It all suddenly became the source of mundane, and I was being hurried back to it: an unkind welcoming after discovering such passion and beauty.

Heart heavy and bags sloppily packed at the last possible minute, I will brush the snow off my little car and arrange it for the long trip “home.” If my heart isn’t there, how can I rightfully call it so? I would have undergone indentured servant status to stay in this corner of the world among the snowcapped spires I long for, even if just given a chance to hike the lesser peaks and glean as many stories and as much knowledge as possible from the PNH family. But they were fully staffed and fully booked, with no room for yet another love-struck skier gone nomad. And with the bias of one who is unabashedly devoted, I imagine there must have been many before me who tried to rearrange their lives to fit the new order of their heart and stay where it remained. 

There will be other mountain loves in the future , but I'll board the ferry knowing I'm leaving behind a portion of my heart that only the Chugach will own. I also know I will keep the promise of a return. 
Special thanks to Columbia Sportswear for outfitting and making the trip possible for this #OmniTen team member! It was a trip of a lifetime and an unforgettable experience.


March 25, 08:00 AM
Video from the Field: Heli-Skiing the Chugach
When a heli ski trip into the wilds of the Chugach mountains is handed to you by Columbia with the Points North Heli-Adventures team (of Warren Miller fame) you don't wait a second to say yes. Five days later, I was jumping in my car to make the 3,000 mile journey from Utah to Cordova, Alaska. Four days after leaving Salt Lake City, I found myself sitting in the front seat of a seven-passenger helicopter, being carried over jaw-dropping scenery. Here are the notes from the field...

March 21, 12:19 PM
Getting Dropped: A Trip to the Heli-skiing Landing Zone

A video with footage from my first day heli-skiing in the Chugach Mountain Range in Cordova, Alaska.

March 25, 03:55 AM
Heli-skiing Alaska Day 6: Avalanches and Helicopters
Plow pushing snow into the ocean
I woke up to fat flakes blanketing the sky and ground which usually would be a cause to rejoice but when you're heli-skiing, this means it's a "No Fly Day." Not that there wasn't plenty to do otherwise- we had to meet our ski group which consisted of Duncan, our guide, Murray, a ski racer from Australia, and William, a financial planner from Houston whose father broke his leg the first day out on this trip. After the introductions, Duncan, Steve and I took off for a mini-avalanche course, beacon rescue, and training on the procedures surrounding helicopter loading/unloading and ethics (DON'T TOUCH THE PILOT'S CHAIR! - got it.)

Beacon Rescue
Received a few more boxes from Columbia- every day is Christmas here. Inside was a new electric jacket which heats up with the touch of a button (perfect for the AK!), some Omni-Heat ski socks, new ski pants, backpack, etc. I had to try everything on as I pulled it out of the box- I was that excited. 

Steve and I reconvened with Duncan for our afternoon outing: a hike in the "Backyard." When you're talking Alaska, you're talking a BIG backyard. Points North Heli's backyard includes an oceanfront view and a mountain with an elevation rise of over 1,500'. It was this mountain that the three of us set our sights on for some backcountry turns. 

The hike took us through a densely wooded base where my skis, which were strapped to my backpack, constantly knocked snow off onto the back of my neck. We hiked on steadily, sometimes dropping to all fours to make it up the steep incline. With over 7" of new snow, it was an adventure, but it felt so good to be out of the car and moving those muscles again. Upon reaching the ridgeline, the rewards of the hike were added upon: on the left side the forest cleared and the powdery slope tumbled into the Pacific Ocean, islands dotting the rippling surface; on the right, vast, pure white pitches with craggy tops. 360 degrees of jaw-dropping beautiful.

The mellow part of the hike. Ocean in the background
Photo: Duncan the Guide
As we popped into skis and strapped into snowboards, Duncan explained how we would approach our lines: he, being the guide, would drop in first. This isn't a case of selfish "I want first tracks." Being our guide, he is responsible for our safety, and as the first one down, is testing the stability of the snow pack, especially after receiving a fresh layer of coastal snow. He would ski part way to a "safe zone" then call up to me on the radio to head down to him. Going one at a time to minimize avalanche danger to the overall party, we would continue this way until we reached the safety of the trees below. 

Pausing to take a look
Photo: Duncan the Guide
A cloud of white masked his descent over a roller in this untouched powder playground. I shifted my weight from ski to ski, ready to make to follow beside his line when it was my turn. "All clear, Gina. Head down," Duncan's voice crackled over the radio. Already grinning, I traversed out to his line, took one mili-second pause to take in the view of the Pacific Ocean again, and pointed the skis down. 

Heaven.

A laugh burst out as I entered my second turn and my grin widened. The snow was sugary soft and tickling my nose as it sprayed up. My skis whispered in the snow as they rebounded into the next arc. It was like floating on an adrenaline-laced cloud. Holy cow, I had waited how long to take part in this??

Stopping in front of Duncan, I looked back uphill. Two sets of deep, round tracks descended the mountain. They looked beautiful. "Those are mine?" I asked half-unbelievingly of my guide. "Yup. Look pretty good, don't they?" he nodded in return. 

Yup. Gorgeous.  Can't wait to get up in the helicopter tomorrow and do it all over again. 
March 19, 01:26 PM
Heli-skiing Alaska: Day 5:

My reception here in Cordova is nil and the computer is shared by 40 people in this lodge, so we'll see how this goes...

After commandeering a breakfast from the Best Western whose parking lot I borrowed to car camp in, the Mazda 3 was herded onto the Valdez ferry, bound for Cordova's greatness. Almost immediately I spotted a killer whale alongside the boat as the captain pointed out three others. There was no shortage to these giants during the trip: orcas, humpbacks, and killer whales as well as otters and deer all presented themselves along the way.


Plush!
Sucks you in, good thing the railing was there...



Talked to a few locals on the ride over who explained that Cordova was pretty small- 1800 people in the winter- and comprised of mostly fishermen. However, they do have a ski hill overlooking the ocean, but its one lift is only open on the weekends.

Points North Heli is in the opposite direction from town. It's hard to miss: you turn left from the ferry and the road dead ends at its parking lot. As I rounded the corner, helicopters appeared in front of me. (Would it be wrong to say that the sight of them was nearly as spectacular as sighting the killer whales?) Holy cow... I was going up in those things.


There was no one at the front desk, but there was a friendly note welcoming us with keys to our rooms, which are very basic: an old-fashioned quilt atop a twin bed with a dresser, a large window buried in snow and lots of hooks to hang clothing from. No TV, no phone, just bare essentials. I love it.

The lodge itself was converted from an old fishing cannery. In fact, the entire place is comprised of converted fish processing buildings. It sits right on the ocean and the view is hedged in by 360° of mountains.
Someone's little joke
Got acquainted with Jessica, one of the owners, who took our pictures and handed us giant boxes from Columbia Sportswear- our sponsor. Inside were all kinds of goodies: ski outfits, boots, electricly heated gloves, etc. If I said this trip was like Christmas, now it's even moreso.


Dinner was amazing: a huge roasted quarter chicken over polenta with plum sauce. Dessert was peach and blueberry cobbler with a touch of ice cream. It was all served in a common room with a big screen TV showing-what else- ski movies. Two Frenchmen battled it out on the ping pong table while the rest of us gobbled up our food and talked. Since we were one day late showing up, we were introduced mid-meal to everyone, to which we received a hearty applause from the international community surrounding us.

Everyone is super chill and sports a google line. I feel right at home.
March 18, 05:26 PM
Traveling the Great White North
Day II: Thursday, March 15

As I write this, the sun is softly illuminating the city of Edmonton and Canadians are scurrying to work. My hurry is as frantic, but not to clock in; I'm rushing to reach Alaska to clock vertical on my skis. 58 travel hours by car will end with me in a helicopter, being whisked to the untracked lines of Alaska's Chugach mountains.

Doing this trip on the cheap means sleeping the car and subsisting of a diet of meal bars, raisins, and rice cakes. It's taken roughly 38,000 miles of long distance roadtrips to perfect the art of living from a car, but traveling in the frozen north throws a new dimension to the mix. I wake up with a zero degree bag over my face, my late night attempt to keep the roadside lights and sub-freezing temps out. Sleep came in two hour increments; awake, reposition, sleep. My aching legs are thrown over the steering wheel, toes jammed against the windshield and freezing. I pull them in close to me to warm up before sluggishly unzipping my bag to pull on boots.

There's not much to do to get ready for a new day when you're on the road. The agenda is to drive as far as possible. There's little reason to comb your hair or get fueled up for an active day- just grab a handful of raisins and swig of icy water, key in the ignition and be on your way. And when you're driving through this part of British Columbia, there's even less reason to stop- between here and the Yukon border, it's largely a great big prairie- which is probably why they named the main city up here "Grande Prairie." The exception is the picturesque Muncho Lake, where we were forced to cut our day's travel short for want of gas.

Muncho Lake- not in the winter
Photo: blog.petaflop.de

That's the other peculiarity of roadtrips in the frozen north. Travel time is dictated by the frequency of gas stations and their particular preference of varied operating hours. Fueling opportunities occur roughly every 150 miles within the hours of 8am and 6pm, Monday or Tuesday through Saturday, if you're lucky. With an uncertain amount of distance to cover to the next stop and only half a tank left of gas left (anything under a quarter of a tank become refuel-worthy), the Mazda was pulled over in front of a rustic lodge on the now frozen Muncho Lake. Thermometer reading: 12 degrees. Pulling up my zero-degree bag and settling in for the first of the night's two hour sleep increments...

Today's wrap up:

Just shy of 800 miles (797), cut the day short because of needing gas. Today I worked on knitting a beanie for Alaska and finishing a friendship bracelet I started on The Most Epic Trip. Not much to report when you are traversing a big ol' prairie...

March 18, 05:27 PM
3,000 Miles to Go

Day I: Wednesday, March 14


Mission: Heli-ski the Chugach Range, Alaska
Mode of transportation: Mazda 3, manual
Distance to target: 3,000 miles
Deadline: 12:30 March 17th, 2012 (3.5 days)

The plan is to drive as far and as fast as possible to make it to Alaska by the 17th for our ferry to Cordova. Skiing commences on the 18th. That means we have to travel 858 miles a day to get there in time. Having traveled the northern roads just 8 months ago, I know that there will be obstacles in the way: potholes, logging trucks on two lane roads, herds of wildlife blocking the road, and lots of gravel sections where going 40 will be the max speed. Add to that, it's winter at 59 degrees latitude. I have no idea what dimension that adds...

No matter the setbacks or the distance, I'd rather be driving than flying. When you're flying, you miss the gradual changes in the landscape and conversations with locals as you cross towns and borders. You miss the opportunity to ease into your destination and learn about the regions surrounding it. Oh, and you miss situations like this:

Montana Roadblock
Today's Wrap up:
We're ending the day in Edmonton, Alberta after 1,041 miles of driving, seven horses on the highway and two blizzards: one at high elevation on the outskirts of Glacier National Park, the other from the Dairy Queen in Cardston, Alberta.


March 07, 02:03 PM
When the Lights Go Down

I'm sitting in the lodge, mesmerized by the sight before me. The sky looks like an oreo shake in reverse; white stars crystalized in the blue-black sky. Craggy peaks rip across the horizon; hours earlier I was skiing waist-deep in their folds. The lifts' hum has turned to silence. But it's not the stillness of the night, nor the sparkling sky that holds my gaze. It's the cats.


When the skiers are away, the snowcats come out to play. Well, in my mind, that's how the saying goes. It's my favorite mountain vision: warm orange beams of light glow dreamily across the cold blue mountains, displaying a perfect color wheel contrast. Moving slowly, the lights illuminate the snowcat's path as they rearrange the snow into perfect parallel lines and tabletops for terrain parks. It's an under-appreciated beauty, this scene. I get lost in it. 

Enjoy. 


(Thanks to Canyons Resort for making and sharing this favorite part of the day with me.)
March 03, 10:08 AM
Cutting Red Tape: a Pinterest Inspiration Story

 
 
This morning I was up early, excited to finally be skiing this new snow (yeah, I'm like a kid on Christmas) when I decided 6:30 am was much to early, even for first chair, to get out of bed on a Saturday. While still tucked in my cozy sleeping bag, I grabbed my phone and decided to check out the Pinterest corner of the internet. Now, I'm not a Pinterest addict- I just got back into it and maybe visit once a week- but it seemed like a brainless pre-dawn activity.

Once on the site, I came across pictures of ice climbing (pinned), cabins (pinned), and a very cute miniature owl (nope). I soon grew tired of pinning on my phone, which is cumbersome & doesn't pin where I like (first-world pain), so I decided to check out the activity on my profile. One new follower stood out to me. It could be that he was surrounded by a white landscape. It might have been the snowboard strapped to his back. It most likely was that I recognized him as a Twitter friend, @StephenWilli.

Reaching his page, I noticed the categories of mountains (followed) & photography (followed). The thing that caught my eye was not in either of these categories, however. On his typography board I found the source if this post's inspiration. His pin (Pinterest's equivalent to a blog post) captured the essence of a major theme of my life lately.

”We have a strategic plan,” the pin read. ”It's called doing things.”

This was brilliant. It poked fun at the corporate belief in structured everything, doing things by the rules, creating red tape, and making sure everything was in place before taking action on an idea. This made me happy.

This pin made me think of my life lately. I have made a lot of big decisions over the past year- life changing decisions, in my book. I've decided to start a new business, left a comfortable city apartment to live in a car and pursue that dream, and a couple of months after my return, decided to leave Utah for the unknown once again, to further the pursuit.

In all of this, there hasn't been much downtime. The activity of capturing a life dream has kept me fully engaged. That's the point: I'm doing things. Every step may not always be correct or bring me closer to my goal, but the overall progress is evident. It's a learning process. If I didn't just do things, I'd be back where I was, over a year and a half ago, sitting on my couch, dreaming of taking a six month climbing trip in my car. Instead, I've done it.

Stop thinking and get to it. Your plan will work itself out a you go along; it's not necessary to know every detail before you jump in. To use an old cliche: You miss 100% of the shots you don't take. Just dive in, get to it, and live your dream.

PS - here's the cute owl. I know you really wanted to see it. 

From a tumblr blog
February 28, 12:40 PM
Last Chair

Today is the last one in my house. It also means I am closing in on what might possibly be my last few days in Utah. As I write this, the snow is finally falling outside my window- reminding me that any other day I would be up enjoying almost a foot of new snow. But not today. Today I am packing.

I've been trying to avoid leaving the state I love for about a month and a half now, but things seem to be working against me in that direction. It's not that I'm scared of change, nor that I mind moving... it's just... it's ski season. And it's not even that. It's Utah.

I love my state. Everything I want is here- mostly. I miss some people back east, family included, but here I have rock & ice climbing, skiing, mountain biking (this winter we can do all in one day), whitewater kayaking and friendly faces who give you a grin in passing on the trail. People here understand, no explanation needed, why you're out getting dirty, dusty or covered in snow. People here understand why you throw yourself into the elements. People here get why your face only has half a tan and your hair is disheveled- no crazy looks attached.

For the first time ever, I'm scared of change. I'm scared of the east coast- where I will likely be moving this week (yeah, I'm still clinging to Utah as much as I can). I don't know what to expect except what I've already experienced... people the opposite of what I've had here in Utah. I shouldn't generalize, but my whole family is from the eastern seaboard, stretching from Quebec to Florida, and all points in between. While they may admire some of the things I do, they don't agree with the outdoor lifestyle. "Two weeks of paid vacation is plenty of time to enjoy the outdoors!"

Just rip my heart out, why don't you?

It wasn't my choice to leave. In fact, part of it was forced. The other part was fate, though I fought it tooth and nail. I look around at the boxes piled up and the newspaper covering framed photos of my life and wonder if this is all part of some greater purpose. All I know for sure is today is promising to be the best ski day so far this season and I'm writing a post- about moving. While I'm surrounded by hard edges and corners, others are enjoying a day of deep, soft, pillowy white clouds of snow. Irony.

It has come to the point of unbearable. My life's dream is deep in these mountains. My future was wrapped around the rugged crags and peaks. But what can you do when life throws a curveball (or five)?

In order to alleviate the pain, I've dedicated my thoughts to a path of looking at this as an extended The Most Epic Trip. I'm going east to learn new ways to be outdoors, new areas to explore, and perhaps discover an even tighter knit group of outdoor folks. I'm going east to finish the winter season to overcome my fear of skiing on ice (something I never get at Solitude). I'm going east to be with family and get things in order. And finally, I'm going east to build a business that will allow me to never be in this situation again.

This is my home. I moved here for a reason. I don't know why I am being taken away from Utah at this time, but nothing is going to keep me away.  *Insert Arnold Schwarzenegger here* My life is tied to these great mountains, this champagne powder, this place filled with friendly faces who understand. Without the outdoors, I cease to be me.
Fresh snow panorama at Solitude this week
So starts a new chapter of 451 & Gina Bégin- an exploration of the east. I skimmed this chapter a few months ago on the trip but now it's time to dive in. I really hope you all will join me- I'll need your support... maybe as I drive east, you can throw some Hi5s in passing.

Utah- go enjoy the snow. Maybe I'll see you out there for one last run.

February 21, 12:03 PM
Skiing the Deepest 2" of Powder
Photo: Brian Thurber

The caption above explains just how I feel about skiing yesterday. The double punch of being both a snow day and President's day, I headed up to Solitude just after lunch hoping to miss at least a portion of the crowd. Nearing the first entry, the sight of an unusually packed parking lot hit my eyes. Cars were spilling out onto the shoulder of the highway. Ugh. There goes my powder day... if you can call two inches of snow a "powder day." 

However, as a Solitude regular, I should know better than to ever be worried about finding snow. As if rewarding my efforts to ski, the resort always hands over a plentiful amount, and yesterday was no exception. Giving over the groomed runs to the holiday skiers and checking out the off-piste, there were suddenly no crowds and plenty of face shots. 

Here's a little insider tip: I'm not going to complain about an official report of two inches. When Soli says two inches, consider it their way of keeping the powder stashes fresh for those who know better...

More shots of the 2" pow day:

Photo: Brian Thurber

Rockin' the powder in these hot pink Salomon Pants
Photo: Brian Thurber




Photo: Brian Thurber



Photo: Brian Thurber
Yeah, I fell.
Photo: Brian Thurber (thanks)
Not bad for "2 inches," eh?
February 20, 12:51 PM
Avalanches & Life
From CBS News: Ajai Sehgal, with King County Search & Rescue, works a staging area near Stevens Pass, WA

Last night and this morning I received texts and messages from friends who were writing to inform me about the loss of friends they experienced from the avalanche near Stevens Pass, Washington yesterday. All were expert skiers and well-known to the ski community. The slide swept up twelve skiers, killing three. A fourth, professional skier Elyse Saugstad, was saved only from the use of an avalanche airbag.

The twelve skiers were all used to the terrain and were highly skilled and trained in avalanche danger. The area was right outside of a popular ski area and safety precautions were taken. Yet, in a flash, mother nature let go of a deep slab of snow that swept the victims over 1,500 feet down the mountain.

News like this reminds me how much we affect each other's lives. Among the victims were good friends of my friends. My pain is not as deep as those who knew the victims, but it is heartfelt for my friends, even bringing tears to my eyes when they told me how they were feeling. One friend in particular related how he was just talking to one of those lost in the avalanche two days ago. Then, he was gone.

This just got me thinking about how we're connected by relationships. And it's the relationships of true friends and family that matter most. But too often people look for those who will do the most for them or bring them the furthest in their life's dreams, leaving those who actually care by the sidelines until they are needed again. But it's all the people who have supported you and encouraged your dreams- who believed in you at all times- that matter. They are the ones who were there to smooth the rough spots of your life. They are the shoulders you cried on when things seemed lowest. They searched for answers when you thought you had none. They have been there all along. The others come and go, flickering flashes in life. Man, hold on to the ones who are the constant lights!

The point is, life is short, and that's reality. Live your life for the right priorities. Show others you care, show compassion for others' feelings.  If there is someone in your life who has stuck things out, been through thick and thin with you, forgives your shortcomings and always has your back, make sure you respect them. That is rare.  Don't take those who have proven their friendship and love for granted.

When they are gone... they are gone.

My heart goes out to all those who lost their true friends and family members in this tragic accident. I know those who lost their lives were cherished from all the amazing words I have been hearing from their friends. Please, everyone, be careful out there.
February 17, 12:25 PM
Go Wander
background photo by Steve on The Most Epic Trip

I came across this quote and had to put it into something more permanent than just a "favorites" file on my browser. I don't usually like quotes. They are too out there, so idealistic, an oversimplification of life. But when I came across this one, I thought hey- I actually did this, Mr. John Muir (and so did he). For once I could completely relate to a quote because I had lived it.

Not only did I live this, but I believe it's true. I mean, I don't know if I'm immortal yet, in earthly terms, but time did stand still while on this six month rock climbing journey across North America. Every day felt like a new life. Each 24 hour period brought entirely new things to learn. As soon as something became familiar, it changed and we began the process all over again.

Is my life longer because of it? Who knows. What I do know is brought life to my existence. It swept me up in purpose. It showed me the richness of experience. It will forever shape my life in some way because it changed my way of thinking. It changed what I need to be happy. There's so much amazing in the outside world, in the stories of people you meet, in the way the land changes as you travel, in the sky hitting the edge of the ocean- in everything you find as you go. Go do it. Go wander. I promise your life will be bigger.
February 15, 02:08 PM
Work For Your Dinner at Solitude Mountain Resort Yurt
Our guide explains the history and structure of the Mongolian yurt at Solitude Resort

The moon was hidden behind frosty mountains as we wound our way over the wooded snowshoe trail to Solitude Resort's yurt. Three or four of us carried lanterns to assist the group of diners- roughly 20 of us- to the structure located about a mile away from the base of the resort. Energy ran high as we picked our way through the forest, some stumbling over the snowshoes strapped on their feet and laughing as they learned a new way of walking.

Gearing up with snowshoes provided by the resort
Hidden away at Solitude, it is not surprising if you haven't heard of the yurt dining experience. An observant rider may catch a glimpse of the round, tent-like structure while riding the Sunrise chair, but other than that, this restuarant- though I hesitate to call it that as the dining area is intimately limited to 22- is strategically located to create a solitary mountain experience. 

Back on the trail, a warm glow intensified as we neared the yurt, and though the sub-freezing temperatures didn't stop our cheerful spirits, we were eager to remove our snowshoes and step inside. As we did, we were greeted by a wood stove humming with pots, pans, skillets and the quick prep work of Chef Abby Carlson as she prepared the ingredients of the first course. We seated ourselves and were quickly served refreshments of water (for me) and uncorked bottles of wine which we sipped while our guide proceeded to tell us the history and purpose of yurts in their native land of Mongolia.

Our first course, a pureed cauliflower soup, served perfectly to take the chill off our bones and put us at ease for the rest of the evening. It was paired with tart apples which cut through the creaminess the cauliflower and gave it a refreshing taste. Seared crabcakes with avocado were next, reminding me of a surf side eatery back home in Florida. I was skeptical, being in Utah, at how these would compare, but Chef Abby proved her prowess as I took one bite and fell in love. The crisp sear and the smooth avocados melded into a heavenly combination. Not a bite was left.





Our third course, the salad, was anything but standard: triple cream brie was served atop toasted bread alongside a roasted pear and baby greens salad with a freshly made vinaigrette. Never having tasted the richness of this type of brie, I was expecting a slight bitterness but was instantly delighted by the rich, buttery flavor. Not one to be overcome by salads, I had to hold myself back from stealing bites from my neighbor after my plate was clear.

The highlight of the meal served as our fourth course. Having already been impressed with the other dishes, our eyes opened wider still when we were presented with a plate filled with a rustic meal of sauteed mushrooms and spinach, mashed potatoes and tender beef topped with au jus. Do not be surprised at the simplicity of the ingredients- the skill and selection of quality ingredients provided flavors that were unmatched by similar fare elsewhere. The table quieted as mouths were filled with bite after delectable bite. 



We finished the meal, but not the evening, with an oh-so-slightly sweet custard topped with a spicy-sweet chutney. As we slowed our pace with leisurely bites of our final course, the banter between the diners- previously strangers to our party- picked up and laughter joyfully filled the yurt. Wine glasses continued to be refreshed throughout the evening, adding to the increasing boisterousness of the group. We chatted along for an hour after the meal, enjoying music, full bellies and each other's company, only pausing to give a generous applause to the chef as she took her leave into the wintry night. 

I have never experienced such tempting flavors prepared in such a primitive way. Chef Abby worked alone over a stove powered by wood, yet successfully brought together flavors which complemented the alpine environment with her own creative twist. Closing the evening and strapping our snowshoes back on, thoughts of the cold night were far from our minds as the silent mountain air was disrupted yet again with laughter and the crunching of snow under our steps. From the first step towards the yurt to the last snowshoe removed, dining at Solitude's Yurt was a true experience that no foodie or outdoor adventurer should miss.

February 14, 06:50 PM
A Little Valentine Tribute
St. Patty's Day 2011

One year ago today I woke up to this post from "my valentine": Five Ideas for Escaping Into the Mountains For Valentine's Day. Being unexpectedly mentioned in Steve's post was one of the sweetest gestures I had been shown- especially from a guy who isn't one to go into detail about about relationships. He planned the day perfectly- climbing was the main activity on the agenda- and then surprised me later with something I'll never forget: creamy peanut butter sandwiches.

I've talked about this before. He likes crunchy, I like creamy. It's not just that he prefers crunchy- it's that he pretty much thinks creamy is a waste of peanut butter. He would never buy it. He has been vocal in his distaste for it; in fact, I'm surprised it wasn't a deal breaker for him early on in our relationship. According to Steve, crunchy is not only tops, but it is the only kind of acceptable peanut butter.

While we usually agree on food, often choosing the exact same menu items when ordering, I am on the opposite end of the peanut butter spectrum. Creamy all the way for me. I love how smooth it is and the little sugar crystals that crunch slightly when you chew. I don't like massive pieces of things messing up my uniform texture (for this reason, I also don't like cherry pie). I would never buy a jar of crunchy peanut butter. 

So, on Vday 2011, when he handed me a couple of tin-foil packages and I bit into a smooth, chunk-free sandwich (sorry, couldn't think of a better way to put that), it dawned on me that he had gone out and purchased a jar of creamy peanut butter just for me. He didn't say a word; he was content to 
let me enjoy my sandwich without expecting any praise. But as soon as I took that first bite, I realized what he had done. I didn't know how to express how much I loved that seemingly small act of thoughtfulness- all I did was look up in surprise and exclaim, "You used creamy peanut butter!" To me, there was nothing small about it; it is the single most favorite thing anyone has ever done for me because it was simple and showed he was thinking about me.

After 15 months of dating him, I've learned that's how Steve is. It's not about big gestures. It's flying under the radar, doing things quietly without expecting anything in return. When we climb together, he believes in my abilities more than I do, pushing me by telling me I can do it and to try harder. During The Most Epic Trip, he worked hard to keep the car organized and the dishes clean after I cooked. He even took over the reigns of cooking when he knew I had a particularly hard day. When I came back from Florida after not seeing him for three weeks, he had gone out and bought groceries so the kitchen wouldn't be empty and made me my favorite dinner- his breaded chicken with pasta. On my birthday, he snuck out to the grocery store and purchased ingredients to create a birthday "cake" for me- which he managed to hide in the car somewhere until we got to our friends' house for dinner, later pulling it magically out of their fridge. It consisted of all my favorite ingredients that he had figured out during our climbing trip... graham crackers, dark chocolate, salted pecans... I didn't know he was paying such close attention. As he's told me, it sometimes feels like he knows me better than I know myself.

When I was sick last month, he went to the store, bought two versions of my favorite chicken noodle soup and a bottle of gingerale, and then came home to make it for me. In Florida, knowing my dad had landscape projects around the house that he was too busy for, Steve spent all day raking up dead palm fronds, clipping back bushes and cleaning the dock in his backyard. When the rain soaked my sleeping bag on a a camping trip, he gave me his and froze all night in my much-too-short (and wet) bag. He works through business ideas with me, trying to help me figure out new approaches to problems. And when we ski together, we're in perfect sync... it's the first time I've found someone that doesn't miss a beat with my ski style- swapping easily between leading and following without saying a thing- and seamlessly matching each other's random detours into the trees and and steeps. Even if I do happen to slow down (I'll admit, it happens on occasion ;), he always waits to make sure I make it through okay.


I love that he's humble about his abilities in the outdoors, always ready to learn from others and never egotistical about his strengths. I love that he can dance (really well) but doesn't take it seriously. His playful side makes me laugh- sporting pink unicorn hats is not beneath his level, and neither is spending two hours in a thrift store to secure our perfect St. Patty's Day ski outfits and claiming GNAR points at the resort. He's adventurous- always up for anything that involves being outdoors, trying new things, being new places, setting new personal goals. And when he smiles, it makes my entire day.

Carrying a snow baby




I feel pretty lucky he approached me over a year and a half ago as I was belaying a friend and asked if I'd like to climb together. I also feel lucky that my joking but highly sarcastic remarks to him during that first meeting didn't deter him, but instead made him like me that much more. I've never met anyone so matched with my interests, pushing what seems impossible into the possible, who thrives on being outdoors as much as I do, who dreams as much of being an entrepreneur, who doesn't mind the minimalist lifestyle and in fact shuns luxury just to be able to do the things we both love. There aren't many of us out there like that, and there are even less who can find someone who enjoys not just one but all of the sports they enjoy...snow, rock, ice, mountain biking, etc and at similar levels (though he often rocks me in climbing!). Because he did come up and ask me to climb that lucky day, we've gone some crazy places, met amazing people and have memories most people only dream about.  His persistance is what won me over in the end- not that it took much convincing ;) - and I laugh when I think back on our first date driving through the snowy roads of the Uintas for eight hours, braving giant moose, creepy unmanned campfires and three state border crossings, until he had to rush to the airport 30 minutes before his flight. It was after this whirlwind date that I got a text from him as he was waiting for takeoff: "I've been thinking about it and I'd like to take you out when I get back home." It's obvious, from this post, that I agreed; it's pretty telling from that first roadtrip that we'd continue on to pack so much adventure into 15 months.



He's 1,600 miles away right now, but he's still my best climbing partner, ski buddy, and travel companion. Even after six months in a car with him, I get excited thinking about the next big thing we get to work on. And although I will always be a creamy peanut butter girl, I'll even love sandwiches made with the crunchy version if it means I get to share them with him after long a day in the powder or on the wall. :)

San Rafael, Feb 2012
February 09, 08:52 AM
Dean Potter, Climber, Hits National Geographic in "The Man Who Can Fly"
from: deanspotter.com

Humans are always pushing limits. Maybe you don't feel that's true of yourself in particular, but someone, somewhere in this great wide world, is reaching higher, going faster, becoming greater than life's obstacles and roadblocks. Dean Potter is one of those humans. He's testing limits as a climber, free soloer, base jumper and yes, even slackliner, for the entire human race. What he accomplishes sets the standard for the next climber (sometimes himself) to overcome.

Meanwhile, I sit here cozy and content to gasp at these superhumans' calculated daredevilry (see 1:40). Well, maybe not content... while I watch I feel a tugging to push my own limits, not only in the sports I love but also in all areas of life. What rocky face can I climb that pushes the abilities I exhibited on The Most Epic Trip? What chutes can I destroy virgin powder in with my skis? How can I develop my talents in a way that makes me self-reliant and satisfied with my own progress in life? These are the questions that pull me toward a greater purpose as a human.

Those I watch on film are not simply crazy stuntmen who, after watching for two minutes, I shut off and forget. The images are burned in my mind, filed amongst all extraordinary feats I have witnessed, creating a collective that drives me to defy my personal best. These athletic extremists invoke desire for squeezing life out of every day. The passion they induce by exhibiting control over their fears becomes the catalyst that pushes me to want more, live higher, go faster, and be greater than my own perceived obstacles. I can overcome because they overcame so much greater.

Enjoy:

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