Thursday, November 3, 2011

Peak 3000: November 2

Damn the daylight savings straight to Hell. Right now I can sneak out work a bit early and squeeze a nice 2,000' ski before darkness sets in. For some reason, this is all going to change on November 6. I figure without the change I could get another 2 weeks before Cosmo enveloped my after-work experience in darkness.

But today wasn't about November 6, it was about today. I love pushing myself hard, racing the sun, trying to strategize ways to save 30 seconds here, 20 seconds there: constantly peering back over my shoulder to check the progress of a cold indifferent star.

Blustery

Sunset over Cap'n Cook's Inlet

The snow felt hollow, so I didn't feel comfortable skinning under the top bowl. So in quest theoretically grounded in safety, but in reality the narrow rock lined gully looked like more fun. I pulled the skins before setting the booter because the wind was howling up higher.


Looking Down the Ascent

Neacolas (small) and Tortillas (large)

The skiing was nothing to write home about, mostly wind hammered with pockets of powder. C+ skiing but it was super fun to get in an after work ski in the daylight. Too bad it will be my last post work powder party in 2011.

-U.K.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Nor' Eastah

Every year hurricane (pronounced Hurr-ic-cin in by Utard's) and Nor' Eastah season rolls into the eastern seaboard, bringing with it, the yin and the yang. I'm sorry if I got you excited, we're not talking about the Yin Yang Twins (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJEzl31zL-I). Not sure what those G's are up to these dayz?Fishermen associate these storms the monetary loss of equipment, ships, and death. The poor folk in New Orleans equate the word "hurricane" with the loss of their ward. No, no, not the LDS ward, like you're used to in the good ole' Beehive state silly. I'm talking about their entire community being destroyed by Hurricane Katrina! To no avail, those scumbags who rule the world, displaced these folks elsewhere, and built some mighty fine homes for those mighty fine rich folk down there in Na Orleanz. What an atrocity you say?



No surprise to me. I've known of the Dick Bass (Snowbird's 1%er owner) type and their agenda for a long time. A regard for humanity and the environment? Forget about it. The only thing that matters to this minuscule sect of the population is their bankroll. Pink Floyd was right, "Money is a Crime."
But without darkness, there would be no light. Without storms, there would be no surf or snow. Ya dig?

~Dick Dickerson