It’s hard to deny that spring has sprung now that I’ve got two colors of crocus creating a riot of color in my front garden. I can’t say I’m unhappy about the premature arrival of what is typically the most fickle of seasons, but I can admit that I am more than a little uncomfortable … Continue reading Weather or not
Category: skiing
Shoulder season
If you're an outdoors exerciser, you'll probably agree that we've arrived at shoulder season - or, as I like to call it, ass season. As in, falling on your ass if you're not cautious because it's so damn icy. We're somewhere between skiing and running/cycling season and each day brings the question of which activity … Continue reading Shoulder season
18 thoughts from the weekend my son turned 18
When he was born, my oldest son scared me. That changed. Now, I'm in awe of him. According to my sons, the plural of penis is penis. (The "s" is silent when it's plural) Crazy > Creepy The Olde English was the perfect place to celebrate my Anglophile son's birthday. Molly, our server, deserves a … Continue reading 18 thoughts from the weekend my son turned 18
Capitalizing on Capital Hills
I attended a meeting Tuesday evening in the Club House at Capital Hills. The weather, snowy and wet, was perfectly appropriate for the topic at hand – the sharing of ideas about winter activities at the golf course. As a year round, non-golfing user of the course, I knew this was a meeting I didn’t … Continue reading Capitalizing on Capital Hills
What makes a tradition?
I remember Aloysius asking me that very question a couple of years ago as the Laker guys and I started talking about revisiting Mountain Jam. Since we had all gone together the previous year, was returning to the festival for a second time, in fact, a tradition? Operating on the premise that traditions bring us … Continue reading What makes a tradition?
My love affair with Winter
Valentine's Day seems the perfect time to express my adoration for Winter. In all honesty, it's a love I never imagined experiencing. Winter was always the cruelest of seasons, I thought. Endlessly long, yet filled with days which offered mere hours of daylight. Cold in a way that kept one indoors, in isolation. Yuck. Our … Continue reading My love affair with Winter
A love letter to Belleayre Mountain
Maybe it is because this was the first place I ever truly skied. Perhaps it is a result of the stunning panoramic views in every direction. It may be because of the friendliness of every staff member I've ever encountered. Or, it might be because of the all-things-considered reasonableness of the price of a lift … Continue reading A love letter to Belleayre Mountain
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