Of Frosting and Bratwurst
I am an enormous BYU football fan. (I know, it’s heartbreaking. Don’t rub it in.) We’ve had season tickets since 1982. I would venture to guess that in that time I have attended 70% of BYU’s home football games. I’ve seen some great performances, and some, I’d rather not remember. From Sean Covey to Ty […]
Autumn Rising
It is easy to fixate on Timpanogos. But Lone Peak, White Baldy, Bighorn and the Pfeifferhorn – Together, Lightening Ridge – are spectacular and breathtaking. They create a horizon that reminds me every day why I live in the Wasatch. And while it is true that the Salt Lake and Utah valleys are too crowded, […]
Wheels and Skis
There is new snow in the mountains. Through the low hanging clouds shrouding American Fork Canyon I can see glimpses of the snow dusted aspen covered slopes where the Ridge Trail contours through the trees and atop the ridge lines. The summit of Timpanogos is buried in real snow. Not the powdered sugar it had […]
Falling With Style
I am a terrible descender. Well, maybe not terrible. But I certainly would not call it a strong point in my repertoire of mountain bike throwing stars and nun-chucks. I do not know how many times I have eked out a lead over a competitor while climbing, only to have that lead squandered away when […]
