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

thx...




...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.


Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Effing awesome.


I'll cop to the teenage part any day of the week and especially twice on Sunday.

Well done team.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Tip o' the iceberg.

Winter has not yet arrived.




Late fall has, and it's close enough.  Need to acclimate to this first.




Muted, low angle light with lots of contrast will always make me smile, camera in hand or not.








Jeny always makes me smile.






Focused.








Fresh digging.  Or maybe scraping.








Just enough tech to keep us engaged.




Great little Sunday jaunt on the bikes.