Thursday, January 12, 2012

Central Utah: March 11-12, 2005

February had the super pow in the Cottonwoods but then the big blue H decided to settle in. We occupied ourselves hitting some 3-star lines from the Wasatch Primer, but after 2 weeks of sun, a change of scenery was in order.

The PA Prince and bin Lawton were always up for adventure so we loaded up the Jeep with Tushar and Henry Mountains dreams. The ride went quick and before long we arrived at the lodge of the former ski area under blue skies and good coverage.

There wasn't much of an agenda or expectations. This was my 2nd trip to the Tushars, but it was all new to Adam and the PA Prince. The Tushars are easy to love: good snow, 10,000' trailhead, no people. It's no wonder Adam brought people back year after year to the point where this has become the Boyz adopted range.

The snow was excellent corn with excellent views and excellent company. Who knows what we talked about but I remember much laughter and of course a never ending parade of offensive comments. We were able to top out on Mountain Holly and Mountain Great White Whale and let 'em run through the perfectly set-up corn. Hooting and hollering. Smiles all around.

After skiing, we headed down into Beaver to Cindy's Pizza for some of the worst pizza we had ever had. Over the years Adam would return to the Tushars many times and on every trip he would call me to ask if I wanted him to pick me up some Cindy's and then break into his trademark laugh.

After Cindy's, it was on to the Renegade Lounge to wash that awful taste out of our mouth. Apparently we weren't renegade enough or maybe too renegade because everyone at Renegade just stared at us, bar-tender included. No words, just emotions. After about 20 minutes of extreme awkwardness, we decided to retreat. For some reason Adam found this hilarious.

Next up: Torrey, Utah. The Prince recounted his summer here and showed us the sites. He also told us the story of "Little Jerry Seinfeld." Adam and I never had laughed so hard. Ask the Prince. It lives up to this hype.

The PA Prince knew where they hid the state liquor store in this town. And it had refrigerated real beer! In Utah! Cold! In a fridge! In Utah! Cold! Amazing! We brought the rare frosty beers to a small red rock area called Lion's Something-or-other. Scrambling through this maze was a bit difficult because no one was putting their drinks down. We found an overlook and just BS'd for a while taking in an amazing desert sunset.

Do Not Put Down that Beer

The next day we headed to the Henry Mountains but there was too much snow to get close. Rather than admit defeat, Adam grabbed the map. We'd go hit up some slots in the Swell. He knew a place so off we went. Making something over nothing.

The slots were amazing but the highlight of the day was trundling rocks and laughing like a bunch of idiots. Example 1. Example 2. It's the little things.

The Prince did not feel as if he was getting a good enough workout, so he grabbed a log for extra hiking weight. This brought Adam and I unlimited amusement. Eventually thoughts turned to desert whiskey, girls, and Napoleon Dynamite. Adam had been fixated on the Shoshone arrowhead line for a least a week, so when he found an actual arrowhead he knew it must be a sign. We had to go back to Alta to woo the new Alf's girls. There was to be a big party that night and with the power of the arrowhead Adam was convinced of imminent success.

And of course it worked.

Adam lived life to the fullest. He saw obstacles are junctions not barriers. Can't go this way, OK, let's go that way. And we're going to enjoy the hell out of it. There was no time to look back when you were with Adam. On to the next adventure. The next experience. The next mountain, river, wall, trail. No time for regret. It was never an option, ever.


Sunday, January 8, 2012

Mr. Lawton

For all the people that have ever known him, skied with him, drank with him, laughed with him, for those that have learned from him and been inspired by him I offer this:

You don't have a soul, you are a soul. You have a body. Adams body was a container for him and his spirit. His spirit, all his best traits all his best qualities, have inspired so many to be as positive, level-headed, intelligent, and loyal as he has always been. In this way he lives on in the little pieces of him that we each have absorbed, in the ways that we try to be like him, in the love we have for him and memories we have of times spent with him.

Adam we love you and miss you.