Category: Feb 24 Ski Trip
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Day Twenty Two: Back to Sea Level, Over and Out
I’m back in the city! On February 1st I drove up to the ski lease in Homewood, which sits around 6,200 feet above sea level. Since then, I haven’t spent time below 4k (Moab was roughly the lowest). Averaging out the time spent in Tahoe (~6k), Salt Lake City (4.2k), Taos (7k), Frisco (9k), and…
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Day 21: “I think we nailed it”
For the past few weeks when people have asked what my road trip plan is, I’ve responded saying I’m swinging through the west, down to Taos, out to Colorado, and then back through the Eastern Sierra for a little backcountry skiing. As Nick and I scoped out the backcountry options here we found ourselves a…
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Day Nineteen: Happy Springs
Breakfast Burritos, reading in hammocks, bouldering in the Happy’s, dinner time art viewing, not so hot springs, and hot springs. There are few greater rushes of excitement than feeling hot water surge into a small pool that you’ve convinced yourself is lukewarm and not actively cold.
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Day Twenty: Profiling Avery Price
Imagine a gorgeous hot springs immersed in the high desert. The Eastern Sierra towers to the West, the White Mountains to the East. There’s a full moon shining a bouncing, somehow colorful and kaleidoscopic light onto every surface feature and cloud in the sky, but yet not quite bright enough to drown out the starry…
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Day Eighteen: A Different Rhythm
Nick and I awoke in our climbing gym hotel, and quickly shoved ourselves back in the car to head to Deer Valley. Fortunately the hotel had a 7am cafe, so we left with coffee in hand, smiling as we guessed at what the resort might be like. My understanding was that Deer Valley is where…
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Day Seventeen: As Far East as I’ll go
This was our final day in Colorado. I woke up, unpacked and repacked the car to fit in Nick’s skis and duffle bag, and said some goodbyes to Nick’s mom Katherine and lovely Frisco. My parents will be glad to hear that I was told, “Your mama raised you well”, and was given fairly high…
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Day Sixteen: A Propper Copper
A quick aside, the reason the last post was called “early bird gets the bacon breakfast burrito” was because by the time Nick and I got to the takeout stop, the owner Brooke was cleared out of all the bacon burritos. I think I just didn’t mention that anywhere in the post. Nick’s Dad Mike…
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Day Fifteen: Early Bird Gets the Bacon Breakfast Burrito
Nick and I planned a ski tour for this morning. Originally we targeted the Silver Couloir off of Buffalo Peak, one of the fifty great ski descents of North America as arbitrarily chosen by the writers of this book. It did look epic, but last night a storm rolled through and dropped off 5+ inches,…
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Day Fourteen: AI or Magic
I finished up my book Tracking the Wild Coomba, a pretty epic memoir about Doug Coombs, one of the first major free skiers and extreme mountaineers. The book was pretty inspiring, as the author literally tracked down Coomb’s life across the world by visiting every place he lived, skiing the lines he created, and speaking…
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Day Thirteen: Sick Day
I did wonder if at some point throughout this roadtrip whether I would catch some sniffles or otherwise come down with an illness. It was so far so good, but this morning I woke up in the Dulchin’s Colorado Ski Lease feeling deeply nauseous: food poisoning seemed like the culprit. I questioned my decision at…
Shaking the Snowglobe 