I pulled out the GoPro last weekend while mountain biking in Fruita. Here’s a little clip I put together from a ride with Philip, Troy and Wheaton, down the 18 Road luge-course known as the Kessel Run. It’s set to music from the Boulder-based band The Amends. Their first, self-titled album was released earlier this summer and is definitely worth checking out.
“It’s a classic!” said Tim, which by itself didn’t mean much to me since he describes most, if not all, sections of river he’s run as such. But in this case he wasn’t the only friend to speak of the the 85 mile stretch of the Desolation and Gray Canyons of the Green River as a must-do, so when he offered me an invite to join the six day Deso/Gray...
Sunday afternoon we made it to Rogers Pass, ten days after being dropped off in the middle of nowhere, by the Bugaboo Spires. Eight of us made the 85+ mile traverse, climbing some 32,000 vertical feet along the way. (more…)
Saturday’s bad weather made for classic storm day conditions up in Highland Bowl. The wind and low visibility kept the fair weather crowds away, and the snow only piled up deeper as the day progressed. Here’s a little video from Christy’s Bowl day. If it isn’t obvious, she’s a proud member of the camp that believes that you should never ride the snowcat up the ridge, no matter how short...
My paragliding pilot pal, Gabor Ferenc, offered to take me for a tandem flight off the east side of Aspen Mountain the other day. Here’s a short video of the fall color tour from the sky. I want to thank Dave Frank, Alex Palmaz from Aspen Paragliding, and of course Gabor, for getting me down in one piece.
The snow is just about gone from Bell Mountain, which as unscientific as it may sound, pretty accurately predicts when the creeks and rivers around Aspen are nearing peak flow. This morning it was verified. The Monday morning run up Hunter Creek was more challenging than usual. At 7am it’s pretty cold and when I asked Christy to run through a second time to get a better photo she, not...
Having just passed through a rather porous security check, we stood on the tarmac of Lukla Airport and awaited our flight. It was the first clear morning in three days, and the planes which were reported to have departed Kathmandu, were headed our way. Eager for their arrival, we listened. They were our way home. Approaching planes can’t be seen from anywhere in or adjacent to the terminal. Instead, passengers...
We met in Aspen in 2000 and have been happily stuck in the rockies ever since, getting out in the mountains every day we can, in every season and by all means possible. Read More
