Geeking Out About Snow Conditions

Sking the Great One in July

Avid skiers like to talk about skiing and if you’ve been at it long enough, the talk will go beyond deep powder and epic runs and will eventually take on a more technical nature. Yes, folks begin to “geek out” about snow conditions.

Life’s Lessons Learned from the Movie Scrapple

The movie Scrapple, it's a classic

Take care of your family and friends Whether it’s an injured brother in a VA hospital, a pal dealing with relationship troubles or a good friend dealing with some heavy shit, the folks in Scrapple set an excellent example of how to take care of one another.

Don’t lay your head trips on others and if you do, be sure to apologize Poor Tom. He sure had a lot of thoughts running through that handsome head of his. Whether he blows off Beth or looses his cool with Al Dean, he is always quick to apologize. He's a solid guy and will be even more so once he sorts out his life.

Some Nirvana's are close to home...

Head out looking for Nirvana

Errol the Aussie had the right idea in Scrapple. It has always been important to me to live someplace I’m excited about so I’d add that life is too short to live someplace dull. I also extend the idea of finding Nirvana to the activities you participate in and the places you visit.  

...while others are far away

Have irons in the fire

Beth leaves Ajax and heads to San Francisco as planned, Tom gets over Woody and moves on with life, Al Dean scores his house on Spruce Street. As the kind of gal that makes things happen, these characters resonate with me. Whether it’s a successful fundraising campaign for work, a memorable party in my home or a fun day in the backcountry with a group of friends, I’m always scheming something. I try to strike a balance between having plans for things and letting life happen as it does. If the “stoned out ski bums” in Scrapple can make things happen so can you.

Dream your life, live your dreams, dig yourself

Need I say more.

Living my dreams

Skinny Skiing’s Outspoken Ambassador

It seems to be the trend in outdoor magazines to write articles about how your activity is a lot more hardcore and just plain better than other outdoor activities. Annoying yes, but essentially harmless blather.  Despite the benign nature of this type of writing, every so often an article like this comes along and really pisses people off.  

Tunes to Ring in 2014

For several years I have wanted to write a holiday letter to send to family and friends. You know the type - the page long typed letter highlighting one's life over the past 12 months. Since I actually did things worth writing about and have stories to tell, I thought this would be the year. Unfortunately, my enthusiasm ran out before the letter was written. The result is the card you see above so I guess you can say I told my story through photos and a few words. 

I did have a creative spark in me, however, and created this playlist with comments for each song. Those of you lucky enough to be on my holiday card list should have received the CD by now. 

Onward to 2014. Here's to a  year of fun, adventure and inspiration with family and friends!

Ode to the Ski Poles

Backcountry still-life, Beehive Basin
Skis long gone, poles remain

Like many avid skiers in Bozeman, I try to extend my ski season as long as possible each year.  With skiing working its way into my life most months of the year, it is little wonder that ski gear takes up a good bit of space in my garage and closets. Much time is spent researching and talking about gear with friends, and it is with pleasure I dream of the newest, lightest backcountry binding, sing the praises of my favorite pair of skis, find the perfect pack that I intend to have forever. The list goes on and on.

At the same time, certain pieces of gear are essential to the backcountry ski experience but seldom do I excitedly purchase them or rave about them to my ski partners. Thus is the life of the ski pole.  While it is certainly possible to ski without poles, epic days in the backcountry always happen with poles in hand.

I had never given thought to my ski poles until recently. As I got them out of the garage for the first ski tour of the year, I realized that I have become attached to them. If I lost them, I’d be bummed. Here is their story

Last days of a life of leisure (For now)

After losing my job in March, taking a planned (Pre-lay off) three week trip to ski tour and travel in Europe in April, coming home to few jobs prospects and subsequently renting my place at a premium price for the summer, traveling for seven more weeks, coming home again and job hunting, I am heading back to work a week from today.

Shenanigans from recent weeks
Al Dean the Cat doesn't think too much of our behavior

This is a bittersweet moment I must face as I am going to miss having my days free. The reality, however, is that it will be good to earn a paycheck again, have a place to be each day, meet new co-workers and start work in an entirely new field. Before my time is up, I will make it a point to do an additional blog entry - one with substance. I've had a few things I'd like to write about so I better get at least one of them done as my time will be limited come Monday.  

Five weeks, three countries and a handful of words

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Crno Jezero, Montenegro

As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve been longing to travel abroad. Yes, I know I just got home a few weeks ago but I guess travel is something I crave. This desire becomes stronger as we reach that time of year when good days for biking season are limited but skiing hasn’t started in earnest. I still get outside often but it’s not  as satisfying as when it's the height of winter or summer.

One of the things I miss about traveling is hearing the sound of a foreign language spoken daily, which is captivating.

Dealing with wanderlust by becoming a citizen diplomat

It’s been over a month since I’ve been back from my trip. While I am glad to be home and am anticipating the upcoming ski season, part of me wishes I were still traveling. Feeling unsettled in life (Job search is going slow) is contributing to the desire to hit the road but part of it is the reality every day life doesn’t offer the constant stimulation that traveling does. On many days life isn’t good or bad or dull or exciting or anything too extreme one way or the other. Life just “is” much of the time.

I miss the long and carefree days when all I had to concern myself with was what will I eat, what sites will I visit, how will I get there. I miss visiting new places and having new experiences each day. I miss the sound of the Serbian/Croatian/Montenegrin language and checking out Balkan men with dreamy eyes.

Getting to know your date by what is on his/her iPod

Any lover of music cannot deny that at one time or another they have begun to form an impression of their date or a new acquaintance based on musical preferences. After all, many things make a person who they are including music. Most likely the tendency was more prevalent in one's younger years and I can recall certain friends in the 90s saying, “If he/she doesn’t want to follow the Grateful Dead with me than it’s a deal breaker.”

A DJ always has opinions when it comes to music

Although I wouldn’t dump a guy today because of incompatible taste in music, it is always interesting and insightful to find out about another’s interest (or lack of interest) in music. Because of that, this article, “What Your Taste in Music Says About You on a Date,” resonated with me.(http://www.howaboutwe.com/date-report/1610-what-your-taste-in-music-says-about-you-on-a-date/) 

There is also a follow up with more bands (http://www.howaboutwe.com/date-report/1669-what-else-your-taste-in-music-says-about-you-on-a-date/).

Below I have pulled out some bands mentioned in the articles that are on my iPod and added my own commentary. I have also included a few bands at the bottom of the list that were not mentioned in the articles. Feel free to give your thoughts or add other bands in the comments area of this post.

Where Tito Once Roamed

Highlights from my recent trip to Europe

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On Lake Skadar

Riding the 8:10 pm Night Train from Belgrade, Serbia to Bar, Montenegro

The train has just pulled out of Belgrade, Serbia on the 11+ hour night journey to Bar, Montenegro. I am pretty certain that by the time we arrive I will have lost at least five pound through sweat. I am sharing a three-bed compartment with two Serbian babushkas and have had the misfortune to be assigned the top bunk. It is sweltering up here which is unfortunate because the only relief from the Serbian heat comes in the evening when temperatures drop from the mid to upper 90s (It’s even reached over 100 once or twice during my visit) to the low 70s.