Sunday, March 21, 2010

Spring Break

This past week I was in Wilson, Wyoming for my spring break. I was skiing with Reeve, we had a great time. The best part of the trip was in part of where we stayed. It was in the "guest cabin" courtesy of the Roscoe family. I can't begin to thank them enough for their generosity. We decided to rip up Targhee, and as it turns out it was the only powder day they've had for weeks. Bliss. A good 7 inches of powder on the groomers. We had fun on some slush bumps on the King for a couple days and the Village for a day. The tram took us up, Rendezvous bowl took us down. Jump turns on bumps the whole trip, and I feel my knees are ten years older than I am. I will need a replacement some day. I have come to terms with this. We also poached the backcountry. Lots of powder. (I dug a pit on a windblown slope and got a ct 5, q1 shear. It was sketch to say the least, so we moved to another spot and had fun there).

This was another great Reeve and Cam adventure. Also my van did not perish. I am very happy about this. However, I thought my brakes were going to blow out on Teton Pass, luckily they didn't. My real test is next week when I drive the (flylow) Van Helsing home. It's gonna be a fun trip.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I have a pony-tail. Wow.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Weekend Warriors

^ Thats me, Cam Mitchell. Duluth, Minnesota born and raised.

If I could Telemark ski everyday, I would. But, I go to college. Weekends are my days to cut a nice line.

The weather has been very nice here, making spring come quickly. I slacklined for hours the other day with my buds. It was great to be on a line again, it had been too long.

Spring makes me want to go bouldering and fishing, but I have to finish my ski season strong. There is plenty of time in the year to climb and fish. Tele skiing only lasts so long.

I miss Minnesota though, and want to be back surrounded by the Great Lakes and steelhead. It's the part of me that needs to fish. I will go back later in spring to make my yearly pilgrimage with dad, I got a new Sage XP that hasn't been used yet. A six pound chromer will break it in nice.

When I go to college I get educated in a lot of stuff I like, and a lot of stuff I don't. Oh well, if I hadn't come to school here I wouldn't be realizing all the great skiing, climbing, hunting, and fishing this place has to offer. College has made me smarter. College has made me want to recreate more.

If the horse shit economy doesn't let a guy in who wants to work, then fuck it. Splurge on some backcountry ski gear, spit some gas money with your dirtbag friends and go have fun.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

"We're Telemark Skiers Anyways"

My Tele partner Reeve. Gear spread out everywhere after a day of skiing A-Basin. A tired Tele Bum.

Our entire Colorado trip is really indescribable, but there are bits and pieces I will tell.
Story 1. "The Pick Up" Our plan was to stay with Dusty Olson, a fellow Duluthian who was living in Winter Park. He's an all around incredible athlete who gave us the go-ahead to stay at his place. Reeve and I both flew into Denver, myself from Wyoming and Reeve from Minnesota. We waited a long time for Dusty to pick us up (he was coming down from Vail after a ski demo). Of course he rolled up in a classic ski bum van. I didn't expect anything less. It had black tinted windows with a rocket box on top. Skis were packed in everywhere. His Golden Retriever was there too, she liked the front seat the best. The old school rap bumped as we headed towards Winter Park. It had only begun.

My Sweet Dog

Tico.
Sitting, drinking Old Chub beer, journaling, and thinking about last weekend's ski trip. Powder was great. It will bring me back next weekend.
My buddy Reeve is coming out for spring break. I am excited to load up the van and haul ass up towards Jackson. I will take him to all my powder stashes. We have a free place to stay in Wilson. Its nice being a ski bum.
A fire fighting job is within reach.