The last few weeks; Thanksgiving, A Woman in Red, Skimo, Family, Friends, and Finals

Wheeler Ridge as seen from the top of one of
my favorite mining road climbs.

                It has been a busy few weeks since my first post. The end of the semester pressure really started to settle in after returning to Gunnison from an awesome Thanksgiving break at home in Bishop. Going home is always a stellar treat, it can be hard to see everyone I want to reconnect with in just a week but Thanksgiving was a complete success. Ryan, Kyle and I left Grand Junction at three AM on a Saturday to drive 12 hours on snowy roads home. When we finally got our first views of the valley from the top of Montgomery Pass, I was as always, blown away by the beauty. That afternoon I went for one of the best runs I have been on, EVER. It felt like I was floating, cruising the wonderful dirt roads that had liberated me from so many of my worst moments growing up. It was cold and cloudy, a fresh snow coated the valley’s walls. Euphoria hit at about mile 3 and I found myself chanting this as I drifted along;

                                            Follow your nose to where the rabbit brush grows,

                                            Take yourself home to where there is a sage and cottonwood forest to roam,

                                            Sights like these, bring even the strongest deities to their knees,

                                            Your mountains painted in gold, cumulonimbus will never grow old,

                                            It may be sunset, but please do not fret,

                                            It is only day one, enjoy your break,

                                            Have some fun!

"Take yourself home to where there is a sage and cottonwood forests to roam"

                And that I did. The next six days were little short of incredible. On Sunday I raced the last Owens Valley Cyclocross of the season on my Grandpas old StumpJumper, without a seat! We bbq’d after as-per-usual and I reconnected with some of my favorite people in the valley, love you Aerohead Crew! On Monday I had Coffee with Zach, and tried to retrieve some gear for Kevin and his friend under their new route on the illusive, Coyote Crags. Massive cat tracks just a few meters away from their gear in a very tight canyon turned me around, and it ultimately ended up being an incredible hike up a canyon that few get to experience and one I have been wanting to wonder for a number of years. On Tuesday Zach and I figured we would test our luck on a ski in Bishop Creek. Little to our surprise the 2 foot reports at Aspendale were bunk and we enjoyed a mellow XC style tour up to South Lake instead of pow laps on Table Mountain. On Wednesday I did yard work for Grannie and my Dad all day, it was actually a nice change of pace, I think I stuffed something like 14 bags of leaves, and got to take my little cousins Charlie and Jade on an adventure to the beautiful Bishop landfill! On Thanksgiving Day I forwent the usually Turkey Day group ride though the Buttermilks and enjoyed a solo ride on my beloved alluvium south of town. It was a strangely emotional ride, crushing Grandpas bike on the dirt roads that are responsible for one of my current addictions seemed to resonate somewhere deep inside. Later that afternoon before our feast, my Bro Jess, and I took Grannie on a hike to the tree we spread Grandpas ashes at in the Buttermilk Country. I love that spot and being out into the hills with my Grandma is such a treat. She has a beautiful outlook to share on life and is a nature lover at its finest. On Friday, Dad, Jess, and I built a sweet aluminum car-port at my Dads newest project, two rental houses down town. I am always amazed by how much that man takes on and blown away by the standard of work he holds himself too, AWESOME! Later that night Jess and I had a blast with many of our high school friends at Chance’s, Second Annual Giving Thanks to Beer Pong Tournament (nice work Erwin). And finally on Saturday, I rode the bike to Keoughs Hot Springs were I met Trevor and Chance for a soak. Then headed up to Mammoth in the evening where I enjoyed a sunset skin up to the top of Saddle Bowl, watching the sun drop behind the Minarets was a perfect way to end my week long Eastside Adventure.

I guess people have been riding the sandy alluvial's for awhile, I took these film photo's in the seventh grade on an after school ride.

          I don’t think I should bore you with all the details of the past two weeks at school; it has mainly been finishing up a couple of final essay’s, studying for exams, and trying to wisely ration my ski time.  The first week back was great, the resort was skiing just about as good as it every was last season, and I was able to squeak in a 5am solo tour up Mount Emmons on Tuesday. Matt and I raced in our first Ski Mountaineering race ever on Saturday and did surprisingly well! A more detailed write up I did about that can be found here. http://wscumountainsports.com/wordpress/?p=1203 Matt and I are registered as partners for The Elk Mountain Grand Traverse in March and highly stoked on an epic season of ski touring ahead! 

Sam and Dylan cruising Mount Emmon's ridge in smile inducing light.

                And finally what I set out to write this post about, on Thursday myself and two other weird people that enjoying skiing uphill just about as much as down; Sam, and Dylan, cruised a magical sunset lap on Red Lady Bowl. We left Gunnison at 12:30 after I finished crushing my Chem Lab final and Sam and Dylan got out of class. I was excited to pick up my new ski’s for the tour that were supposed to have been mounted that morning at the Alpineer, but of course when I showed up to grab them they had just hit the vice’s and were about thirty minutes out.

Sam-O slaying wind buff on his first trip down the Lady.

               It was a tough decision but I sent Dylan and Sam on their way and waited for patiently for my new babies to be delivered, I had to have them! I got suited up in the shop and read some ski porn while I waited. After they were done I headed down the road and hitched a ride to the trail head. This went surprisingly quickly, Crested Buttes highly laid back and small community oriented culture is pretty conducive to free lifts to the TH.  I think I showed up about 40 minutes behind Sam and Dylan and got to boogy’n.  While the new set-up is quite a bit heavier than my older and thinner sticks, it climbed with ease, my legs were feeling great, and it was warm enough out to skin in just a baselayer! A pleasant change from the sub-arctic

temps we endured earlier in the week. By about 3:30 I had caught up to my boys just above tree line. We skied the windboard and pow in the upper bowl and traversed over to what we were hoping would be soft powder snow in the Pony-Tail Glades but were sadly disappointed with a couple inches of breakable solar crust, awe to be a wild snow skier. I enjoy variable conditions in the backcountry. I think it adds to the feeling of really being “out there”, and the added challenge of trying to predict conditions can be an especially fun game, from waking up and reading the avy report and weather Forecast first thing every morning, to trying to inspect as many aspects as you can in a day. Skiing out of bounds really just comes together as a great excuse for playing outside as much as possible, in the most wonderful places on earths.

Out by dark, with time for Marg's and Double-Deckers at Teocali Tamale!