Sunday, December 21, 2014


Sometimes, dare I say often, we hesitate in getting outside when the time to do so arrives.

Could be that the temperature is something other than ideal.

Might be that there is precip not just in the forecast, but right there twixt us and the obscured horizon.

Sometimes it's dark, and the visual component is important enough not to be missed.

Rarely, but still more than never, there'll be no good reason whatsoever to stay inside.  But we will.

None of the above prevented us from sneaking out between the rain, snow, sleet, fog, and bookends of darkness yesterday.  

Photographically speaking, the light was crap.  Braptastically speaking, the dirt was.  

The trail we chose to ride is difficult, challenging, for anyone to ride clean.  When what you want to do is get from A->B as fast as possible, this is the last trail you'd ever choose.  

But when the mood strikes to test whatever your current skillset is against a number of chunky crucibles, this trail is hard to beat.

Jeny had an uncharacteristically off day on a few of the moves, allowing me the borderline unprecedented opportunity to shoot her sessioning them.  Typically she cleans these moves first or second try then gives (sometimes annoyingly) optimistic encouragement as I flail ever harder at them.

In the end, no new ground was broken: We battled the trail to a draw, just like always.

We flashed some of the moves we usually do, and flailed but ultimately prevailed on the ones you'd likely expect.  

Ultimately only one of these moves completely confounded us.

We were unable to determine if the move had changed due to natural or man-made circumstances.

Soon enough, we'll be back to find out.

Friday, December 19, 2014

The pleasure was ours.

A few weeks back Jeny and I invited Doom to ride with us on a favorite set of trails.  Not really a loop per se, more of an inspired connection of dots.  This was a momentous occasion, an opportunity, for the shoe is typically on the other foot: He's usually playing tour guide for us.

What we love about this ride is the amalgamated blend of exquisite textured rock, the almost-always-sumptuous light, a distinct lack of hordes of humanity, the constant opportunities for discovery.  The riding itself is rather exceptional in it's own unique way, too.

And while Doom is a long ways from a freehuckin'-enduro-schralper, I was tickled to watch him come alive and embrace so much of what the earth (Doom is the originator of the term 'terrain brake') out there has to offer.  

As fun as it was to watch him engage, we were thrilled to embrace it on our own terms, too.

I loved, post-ride, downloading these pics and making note of how many times he had at least one wheel off the ground, in the midst of some sort of dynamic, inexplicable move.

I loved watching Jeny shine out there too.

In the end all that we did was to spend a chunk of a day faffing about on bikes.  

To us, there and then, it was so much more.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

You could be an asshole...

...and so could I.

But it doesn't have to be that way.

Invest 15 minutes in this:

Do it.

Tuesday, December 2, 2014


...for Jeny and Bud, Doom and Lou, Nate, Bluto, Marge and the Underworld.

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Packrafting the Grand.

Back in October Jeny and I joined a superstar group of friends for a 3 week descent of the Grand Canyon.

We had raft support and, more importantly, moral support from our boat(wo)men.  They gave verbal beta from their higher vantage point when reading and running, and gladly eddied out while we scouted the rapids that demanded it.

In other words, we were given the tools to thrive.

I've spent a handful of hours on most nights since then, culling and editing the gigabytes of media I collected from the trip.  Alas, I'm still weeks away from having that ready to share.

I've been bombarded with questions from people (friends, media, rubberneckers) to ask how the packrafts did, so I threw together this (largely POV) quickie to allow folks to answer that for themselves.

In short: pretty damn well.  We ran every rapid on the river--lapping some, swimming others, drilling meat lines clean on most.

Check back in December for the rest of the story.