Tired of Snow? No.

Title Pic: Totally unrelated to the current period of time. Mo bouldering outside of Motown last fall: Pioneer Rocks, I think? Climbing time will come soon enough. Different muscles will have to be used, different ligaments shall be torn, different buzzes shall be acquired via a different sport, one that fights gravity even more than skiing.

Skiing, skiing, work...skiing, skiing, dog ski, wor..., skiing, eatsleepdrink, wo... coffeecoffeecoffee. Skiing. w...oh wow, the sun is actually out. First time in weeks. Vitamin D, welcome back to my life.

 To Jump or Not To Jump....

Mo Jumps

Pipeline Mellow Shred

Adam = Shredder

Near Famous Amos

It's darn good out there. Anywhere, pretty much. For some areas it has got to be steep enough or else you'll be dragging. Need for Speed.

Revelation Reveals the Snow

Title Pic: High flying Kurt L. heading to the Moon.

Some recap images from the troad rip:

Early a.m. in Eldorado Springs. Moving from Rockies to....Cahokia.

Honey and I made a pit stop at the largest earthen mound in North America, a once thriving Native American city called Cahokia, named by the French for the subtribe of the Illiniwek. This place was crankin' for some 700 years: A.D. 700 to 1400, with a "peak" from 1050 to 1200; now its Collinsville, IL (Source). Get real, white man; "other" people have valuable cultures, too.

Don't tell anybody, but we boot/paw skied the eastern slope, all the while thinking about impermanence and cultural fluctuations....hint hint. This is Monk's Mound, the largest mound around town. And get this, there are over 100 (one hundred) mounds in this area.

Back in West Virginia: 

 "Chip Chop, stand riiiiight THERE and film this trick."

Adam's Leap of Faith

It has always been relative: while many have called it "Snowmaggedon," I find the fear of "the end" to be something to look forward to, like a change that is needed, not some destruction that ends all existence. So, just like this storm, one can take it for the blessing that it is and, well, ski like mad. The skiing is absurd. Literally. So much at times it's too much. Did I say that?

Bring out your trudgin' legs, folks, it's sick. Come one, come all, drop the "priorities" and gimme a call!