Slim Goodbody Suit
As a follow up to my previous post about ski slope fashion, I thought highlighting this skin suit seemed highly appropriate. Any comfort garnered from some of the terrible styles found in the ski world was eclipsed when I laid eyes on this: Gah! I don’t even want to imagine what that looks like from […]
It’s the Steeze, You Beater
There are some terrible fashion crimes being committed in the bicycling industry. From tattoo arm warmers to weird faux-skeletal jersey graphics, there is no shortage of gag-inducing cycling clothing. But I am very happy to report that we cyclists are not alone. In fact, we may even be bested by what I can only describe […]
Dewey Revisited
Dewey Bridge. Date Unknown. I found the above photo in the Library of Congress archives. I tinted, burned, dodged, and cleaned it up a little. There seem to be precious few public photos of the now destroyed Dewey Bridge. But I’d guess that there are albums and film rolls stashed in attics and bookshelves that […]
Contrast.
Robert’s Horn and Primrose Cirque. Timpanogos, Wasatch, Utah. The mountains are enjoyed easily from afar. Those distant, majestic, postcard views that pepper calendars and posters and of course, postcards. From the safe distance of a photograph we can imagine ourselves engulfed among the trees and meadows and rock and wildlife. And some days I wonder […]
Observations, and Freddie’s.
Possibly my favorite way off the mountain and back to the chairlift at Sundance is Hill’s Headwall –> Freddie’s –> Last Chance. Today the skiing was soft (ish) and pillowy. Well, as much as it can be on runs that are cut up by a multitude of turns. But that is one of the reasons […]
My Inner Ski
I ought to be ashamed. I live in the Wasatch. And I can count on one hand the number of ski days I have had in the last 10 years. Two of those days happened in the last week. After a childhood of skiing as often as possible, I entered into an adulthood of…not skiing. […]
No Leadville. As Usual.
I did not get into the Leadville 100. Of course, I did not apply, so not getting into the race is no surprise. Each year, I think about sending in an application. I see the pictures of massive groups of riders, the throngs of people cheering and the celebrity bike stars. And every year I […]
