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Snowboardin’ Road Trip + Blaster Master

Telluride on a snowy dayAs my bio says on the right over there –> I’m a connoisseur of the adventurous and the nerdish, which brings us to today’s post. In the spirit of adventure, Paul L. is on his way out here to join me for an awesome Colorado snowboard vacation to the south west. Our hit list starts locally with Eldora, A-Basin and Vail then goes out to Snowmass, Wolf Creek, Telluride and ending in Steamboat Springs! Paul should bring his snowboarding passport because he’ll have hit up some of the best resorts in Colorado in one swing! I’m excited too because I’ve never been to Wolf Creek or Telluride in the winter. We may even sneak in a day of ice climbing in Ouray if the conditions are decent and not too warm. Last year we got the bulk of our snow late, all the way into May so I’m hoping we get the start of all that soon. It’s tough to be in a snowboarding frame of mind when it’s 68 degrees out but we’ll get there.

I also have a trip to Belize on the table that I might take in early April, we’ll have to see how it goes. More on that later.

Blaster Master stage 5 boss

Blaster Master stage 5 boss

And in the nerd world, I’m diving back into one of my favorite NES games of all-time, Blaster Master. I realized with great shame that this is one of the very few games that has an asterisk next to my “NES Completion Records” — for on certain bosses, I used the famous “pause grenade” trick. It’s an incredible game though, smooth play control, huge levels and a good challenge. It’s a shame that it lacks a password or save feature because getting through it in one sitting requires a pretty healthy time commitment. Add to that, without any tricks or cheats, the level 5 and 6 bosses are amongst the hardest in NES lore. Old crabby here on the right was one of the expert challenges at MagFest earlier this year– to defeat him with a no-powered gun is way difficult. But the whole game is fantastic, so I’m “training” on my FCE emulator for the official run on the NES sometime soon.

And one last note: my SEO conference in California was super cool, which I think would suffice as further nerdiness. I learned more about link building (ahem, to great trips like Natural Habitat Adventures Polar Bear Tours and Monarch Butterfly Migration. Subtle, eh?) and the new way search is going to be conducted. With that in mind, I comissioned John to help design my MountainousWords site fo’ real (the blog I’m ok with designing myself, as it shouldn’t look too pretty!) So who knows, maybe I’ll actually get it running soon.

Depend on how long it takes me to defeat the crab boss.

And yes, I’ll be 34 years old in a month.


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California Day 2

The first thing that comes to mind upon entering San Jose: hey, this is the first city you destroy in Rampage. My SEO conference begins in earnest in about 2 hours and it’s raining outside, which is perfect because I left my 6 Gore-Tex rain jackets in Boulder.

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Hot Air

On the plane from Denver to Santa Clara, I have the distinct pleasure of being able to gauge the source of my discomfort. The thermometer on my watch reads 94 degrees. All around me, pink mottled heads are dewy with watery buttons of sweat. My wrist beneath my watch is slimy and slick and each breath feels likes it’s being drawn with a pillow over my face while under the covers.

And yet… BING! The service call light goes on. A few rows in front of me, a horrible, shrill old woman is complaining that it’s too cold. She does so with an equally horrible and shrill voice and goes as so far as to accuse the flight attendants of being lazy and stupid. One can only hope the chill she alleges to feel is because the specter of death is close to reaping her horrible, shrill soul.

Harsh? In retrospect, perhaps. However, when you’re crammed into economy class the last thing you need is someone of any age thinking the world revolves around their corpse.

BING! “What’s the matter with you people, I asked you to turn the heat up?” My watch now reads 95. The woman next to me is taking the ice out of her drink and rubbing it on the back of her neck. A woman sitting next to the old crow loudly offers her a sweater, the logic being that if you are cold in 95 degree heat at least maybe a sweater will shut you up. The old woman berates her and says, quote ” I don’t want your stupid sweater”.

Finally, a small woman loudly but politely asks to turn the heat down. The notion is seconded and thirded, if that’s a word. Freezing Franny is shocked at this notion and her crabby old jaw hangs agape, a prime opportunity to slap a piece of duct tape across her sagging face. Angrily she announces to the whole plane “I said turn the heat up!”

The following hour or so, my thermometer doesn’t dip below 94. It’s March 1st and yet, it might as well be July 1st in Death Valley. When we finally land, people are parched, sweaty and eager to crawl into the nearest walk-in freezer. As we deplane, the hag gets in one last shot at the crew and vows to “complain to their superiors” which she no doubt will do. Did I mention the flight attendents offered her blankets several times (which she refused) and even to move her seat, closer perhpas to a heat-radiating fat guy?

Again, in retrospect my assessment seems a little mean but man, was she ever driving the entire plane bonkers. It may have sucked for us but just think, she was flying SOMEWHERE presumably to meet someone who doesn’t have the luxury of never seeing her again. 

Welcome to California!

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Winter Dog Days

Even though we have to take it easy until he’s a full grown dog, Fremont has been enjoying some awesome adventures in the wintery Colorado mountains. Last weekend we got to explore Lost Lake with Kim and her friend Heather, this weekend we snuck out to Long Lake/Brainard Lake with Mariah and her border collie Indigo. Other than a few uncomfortable snowballs in the paws, he’s done great and absolutely loves the snow!!

Fremont the border collie in the snow! Look at that face!

Fremont the border collie in the snow! Look at that face!

Fremont and I on a beautiful snowy day in Colorado. Taken on the Hessie Trail en route to Lost Lake.

Fremont and I on a beautiful snowy day in Colorado. Taken on the Hessie Trail en route to Lost Lake.

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Wistful Days from the Darkside

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A Weighty Issue

The big news is that Wilderness Press is now running the second print of my book (woo-hoo!) I’m excited to see it in print. Awesomeness.

On a related note, I present this tale:

On the same day I sent in my corrections for the second edition, I got an interesting email from an angry “fan” of my book. The gist of the whole message was that:

1) – The person writing the email was overweight.
2) – My book isn’t “fair” because the hikes are too hard for fat people and should have included content for a chubbier audience.

First, the book is called Best Summit Hikes in Colorado. Summits are traditionally found on the tops of mountains, so that’s a little clue that you’re going to have to go uphill to reach them. Secondly, the book mentions several times the system used to evaluate the hike difficulties; the target audience is more than your average weekend warriors.

All that aside, I wrote a gracious response to my hefty pal and thanked them for picking up my book. I’m genuinely not one to judge others for how they take care of their bodies. For the bulk (ha, pun intended?) of us, our weight is something we have control over and what we choose to do with our bodies is a reflection of what we love, whether that be triple-patty-melt burgers or ultra-marathons.

I’ve always said that with great summits comes great responsibility (actually, that’s the first time I’ve ever said it, but it has a good ring to it). Summits are earned not given. The nature of mountains is to reward the strong and well, punish the weak. Mountains offer a dose of reality that is neither cruel nor generous. A large part of enjoying mountains happens long before you ever set foot on the peaks. Keeping your body fit and strong is a key part of this, but also learning, always learning. Listening to your body, watching the clouds, weighting the rocks, fighting the wind, bracing for the cold. But equally important is the “mountain mind”: resisting the lure of a comfy bed to get up and get a safe and early start, knowing when to push and when to retreat, tempering boldness with common sense and respecting the fact that mountains are a stage with an indifferent audience.

In short, one’s enjoyment of the mountains is life-long process, a cerebral testament of mind and body. In my correspondence to my weighty pal, I suggested starting small with modest walks and building up to the bigger peaks. I even sent along a list of local trails. While I’m experienced in the hills, there’s no way to master mountains. On the best of days, a temporary visit above the clouds is a grand, ephemeral reward. I work my tail off to make sure that if I need to hustle off a peak, kick up the pace to grab an extra summit or simply help another hiker/climber, I have the strength to do so. And I like to summit in good style, without sucking lungs or trembling knees (though it happens anyways from time to time).

So, to my friend I say don’t be angry. Mountains and rivers are great teachers. Learn from them and you’ll slowly reveal the keys to the kingdom. Being mountain-ready, especially in Colorado, is never without risk but it’s an investment that opens up whole worlds far beyond the angry din of society (thanks Greg Graffin!)

Every master serves their time as an apprentice.

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K-9 Cruisin’

SASSSSSYYYYY!!! WOOF WOOF WOOF!!

The heck with a one horse open sleigh, the only way to dash through the snow is behind a team of fired up snowdogs! Last weekend, Kim and I got to experience the rush of dogsledding thanks to our friends at Mountain Mushers. I was on assignment for Nileguide to come up with an awesome weekend in Vail and instead of the same ho-hum skiing and schmoozing, I went for a more adventurous approach.

Wally's team blasts through an open aspen meadow. Mountain mushers has awesome, private trails to explore!

Wally's team blasts through an open aspen meadow. Mountain mushers has awesome private trails to explore!

The family run business has 86 dogs of all varieties, mostly husky hybrids. And they love to run! Kim and I were one of five sleds, each with a team of 10-12 dogs pulling it. As the anticipation grew, the playful, isolated barks rose to a full chorus of eager howling as the dogs got ready to run.

Our team getting ready to run!

Our team getting ready to run!

Our driver on this adventure was Sarah, daughter of Mountain Musher’s owner Wally. Sarah was an awesome driver and  a true renaissance woman: besides her mushing ability, she is a great guide, conversationalist and artist (check out some of her great sketches and photography at her site, High Country Creation). With Kim and I tucked into the sled, we climbed through a snowy Vail morning to open vistas where the sun turned the opaque spindrift haze into a dreamy, white-filtered landscape.

Sarah's team -- led by Sassy and Shyka -- follow Wally's sled.

Sarah's team -- led by Sassy and Shyka -- follow Wally's sled.

We stopped at the apex of the ride to enjoy the views and indulge in a little hot chocolate and homemade pumpkin bread made by Wally’s wife Denise. The air was cold and crisp but the dogs were literally unfazed. The colder it gets, the more pumped they are to be out in it. Sarah recounted a particularly enjoyable day for the dogs: minus 30 air temps with 60 mph wind gusts! These are my kind of dogs!

Captain Kim ready to mush!

Captain Kim ready to mush!

If you’re in Colorado and want to try out something new, you will not be disappointed with the Mountain Mushers adventure. It’s the perfect length– about half a day–and leaves you time to get out and ride/ski if you are so inclined, pun intended. Good times I tell ya!

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Missouri State Highpoint – Taum Sauk

Fremont gets his very first state highpoint, Taum Sauk, Missouri.

Fremont gets his very first state highpoint, Taum Sauk, Missouri.

2010 stands to be the year I return to my state highpointing quest. For those who may not know, I’ve been slowly chipping away at my goal to stand on the highest natural ground in all 50 states since 1997, when Jody P., Ryan S. and I got our first official state highpoint at Mount Greylock in Massachusetts. I closed out 2009 by adding one more to my list, Taum Sauk Mountain (1,772 ft.) in Missouri, which I “climbed” on December 21st (sweet, a winter ascent!) on my way cross-country. Taum Sauk was my 36th state highpoint and my most recent since I drove down to Texas and ascended Guadalupe Peak on April 14th, 2006.

This was a notable highpoint for a few reasons. It’s the first I’ve gotten with my Toyota 4-Runner but more importantly, it’s the first highpoint for Fremont, my (then) 4 month old border collie puppy. He’s off to an early start; I didn’t have my first highpoint until I was 21 years old!

Fremont taking in views of the Ozarks.

Fremont taking in views of the Ozarks.

Taum Sauk is in the heart of the Ozarks, a modest mountain range that reminds me of the Berkshires in western Massachusetts. The landscape is more rolling hills rather than jagged mountains, but still beautiful and I imagine a feast for the eyes when the autumn colors take over the deciduous trees. When Fremont and I made our trek, we were the only visitors there. As a bonus, we pulled into the parking lot right as the sun began to break through on an unusually cold Missouri morning. Trees and bushes were coated in skeletons of crystal clear ice and as the warming rays of the sun began to melt from the branches, natural prisms painted the ground with rainbows of all shapes and sizes — it was like nothing I’ve ever seen before (excepting, of course, Rainbow Road in Super Mario Kart).

The path to the true highpoint is a modest, 1,000 foot, flat, paved sidewalk, which is cool because it allows access for handicapped folks. As you can see, the humble highpoint is a mere rock in the woods ala Rhode Island minus the crazy old guy threatening to fill your hindquarters with a round of buckshot. (You read that right — the crazy old guy with the shotgun was in Rhode Island, NOT Missouri, just for those assuming it was opposites day in highpoint land).

Fremont and I top out at Taum Sauk, Missouri. This highpoint is in the style of Rhode Island's Jerimoth Hill, minus the gun-toting madman.

Fremont and I top out at Taum Sauk, Missouri. This highpoint is in the style of Rhode Island's Jerimoth Hill, minus the gun-toting madman.

Perhaps the true bonus in all this is the short 2.6 mile round trip hike to Mina Falls, Missouri’s highest waterfall. Mina Falls starts just past the highpoint and was a gorgeous romp through the forest for the Freeman and me. As my little border collie dashed through the woods still semi-glazed with ice, the sun lifted the veil of fog and expanded views in all directions. In the distance, the hum of rushing water grew louder and louder until we reached the falls. Fremont took a healthy drink from the crisp, cool water and I snapped a few photos. Fremont was nostalgic enough to bring a souvenir stick all the way back to the truck!

Fremont dashes on the trail just above Mina Falls.

Fremont dashes on the trail just above Mina Falls.

Views of the Ozarks open up along the Mina Falls trail.

Views of the Ozarks open up along the Mina Falls trail.

Taum Sauk was a pleasant surprise, though I have to admit the lack of crowds and incredible setting added to mystique. On the way out, I stopped at the observation tower and scrambled up as high as I could to get a last photo of the land. The sky was still too overcast and the light too flat to get a spectacular portrait. It was still fun to charge up the stairs of the tower and the rickety staircase gave an unexpected thrill (translation: it was pee-in-your-pants scary). Fremont and I got back on the road with smiles on our faces — me with my 36th highpoint in the bag, Fremont with his first– but more importantly, with an awesome munching stick for the long drive back to Connecticut.

The fire tower, with its rickety stairs. Notice how much the sky has cleared up! The observation platform was closed but you could take the stairs almost to the top.

The fire tower, with its rickety stairs. Notice how much the sky has cleared up! The observation platform was closed but you could take the stairs almost to the top.

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The Year to Come…

Oh what to say about 2010, other then everytime I hear I’m reminded of the Bad Religion song 10 in 2010. I was going to say something about having 10 years under my belt in Colorado I’d be looking for new goals, then I realized the phrase “under my belt” is kind of weird. It’s not like it’s a place that accumulates stuff, nor is it the final resting place for much other than pants and even then, the actual suspension of legwear is ephemeral at best. Certainly the phrase doesn’t intend juvenile and lewd connotations of the body parts under the belt, so what in the name of Dick Trickle does it mean? If I was to say “I’ve got a lot of experience under my belt” should I be getting high fives from random guys?

But I digress.

To quote Jason Kidd, one goal in 2010 is to turn things around 360 degrees. When I first got to Boulder, there was an endless array of interests and somehow I always found time to indulge in most of them. And that was before I was doing much snowboarding in the winter. Certainly a lot of my goals are activity based: start wrapping up those state highpoints, get in some technical snow and ice climbs, get back into rock climbing, get ready for Denali for 2011. But also: get back on the guitar and PRACTICE!, play through Dragon Warriors 1-4 again, read two authors that are new to me by April, keep the second book rolling. Finding the time isn’t really the challenge, I mean talk about an inane expression– time is something most of us have an abundance of. Allocating my personal efforts within the time when I am not obligated to other endeavors, now that’s the rub (all apologies to Hamlet).

Sure, I talk a good game (those Dragon Warrior games take a LOT of level building) but I tend to be able to back it up to some degree. So let’s get cracking in 2010, shall we? Let’s look to the future!!

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Rise From Your Grave

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