Archive for April, 2011
An Additive Adventure Entry In Conjunction With OutsideTV.com
It’s hard not to like powder. It’s even harder not to like it when you are an outdoor athlete. If you are faced with this situation, my best advice is that which I have taken for twenty years: l lie.
It’s easy. When people talk about face shots, ripping the pow, shralping the gnar, just imitate the speaker. They will be nodding and smiling and have a glazed look in their eyes. Follow along. If you are lucky, this will work until one of three things happens: 1) you learn how to like powder for real, 2) you convince everyone else how much fun hard-packed ice is, or 3) you are forced to confront your own illusions while skiing in Canada’s Selkirks.
I have a knack for total immersion when handling my own self-development. And so, when the invitation came to join CMH Heli-Skiing for a heli ski tour trip, and the article lined up (see Skiing Magazine this fall), I knew the time had come. One way or another, I was headed into pure powder for a week of skiing. Something was going to have to give.
I wont tell you about the first few days. Let’s just say I was getting it, slowly. I was getting it enough to have a few people suggest I step up my skis—into an actual pair of powder skis. A woman Mary had a pair that would work. They fit. And so one day I took them out to the heli pad in the morning and seven minutes later stood on top of a 700-meter run, stomped in, pointed them downhill, and waited for the magic.
The magic appeared, within two turns, in the form of a face-packing header into the powder. Lawn-darted in the side of the slope, I spun my legs up to find the pull of gravity, confirmed my skis were on based on the weight of my legs, and used them to propel me upright. If this was ripping powder skiing, I thought, I’d actually been doing it for years.
The rest of the decent was not much better. I never saw the tips of my skis for the entire 700-meters, and fire dragons attacked my thighs without mercy. My whole body felt constantly at the ready for a forward summersault. I indulged it with at least three more. It was 10:00 am and I had a whole day to go.
The secret to being a great athlete is having a list of excuses always at the ready, but never using them. I had plenty of excuses built up by the time I got to the bottom of the day’s fist run: I grew up in Minnesota, powder made no sense, my father was Polish… I didn’t want to use them. Really. But when I got to the bottom and saw everyone else smiling and laughing and talking about how good it was, I had no choice but to be honest. Cindy asked me first. “How are the new skis?” Her smile was so big and expectant it broke my heart. But I had to tell the truth.
“I think there might be something wrong with them,” I said. “Or with me.”
No one believed me. Who could blame them? Powder is like religion—either you get it, or you will get it, but no one can do much to speed up you conversion, they can just pity you during the process. But even that much pity can get uncomfortable, or at least it did for Dave. He skied beside me part way down the second run. I’d had the whole two-hour skin up to the summit of Silk Road Peak to psyche myself up for success, and did at least get four turns in before this runs first disaster. Dave caught up with me after my third.
We talked about gravity. I picked up my ski. Dave leaned in to look at it. He leaned in closer. “Been jibbing lately?” he asked.
Mary’s, and thus my, skis were mounted for park tricks. The bindings were set another 1/3 forward to give good control for all of the twists, flips, and daffys I was sure to huck in the Selkirks. I stood sideways on a 30-degree slope and tried not to fall over while I absorbed the news.
Dave Levinson is a good man. At the bottom of the run, he gave me his skis. I slipped into his Liberty Double Helix’s and he took the jibbers. “Those are 121 underfoot,” Dave said, as if this would mean anything to me.
And it didn’t. Until it did. The last run of the day was a 1200-meter descent we’d earned from another tour up and over a pass and onto another peak. I stripped my skins, locked in my heel, and hit it. Halfway down I had to stop. Not to rest, but to spout words like dreamy, creamy, sickbird –all of the words I’d heard everyone else spouting for years and assumed were bs. And now they were coming from my own mouth. It didn’t stop. The turns kept coming. I was mesmerized by my skills. I was mesmerized by Dave’s skill skiing the jibbers, and also temporarily horrified by his spectacular crash. I stopped for him, but he waved me on. As I said, he is a good man. He is a man who made me love powder.
It’s a week later and I am home in Boulder wondering if it is too soon to buy next year’s skis. I get it. The fat/phat revolution. I’m in. I’m converted. I like powder. It only took me 26 years. Now I’m ready for the next 26 and to ski without the lie.
Read more at www.majkaburhardt.com
5 Point Film Festival kicked off last night here in Carbondale and it’s hard not to feel the buzz of inspiration, adventure and pure life. Maybe it’s because our own Timmy O’Neill led us in a chant of healing for our friend Bean Bowers who is battling cancer right now, a yell of love for a recovering Renan Ozturk or maybe it was the moment of joyous shouting to celebrate those we have lost and we, who are LIVING, but we’re more excited and honored than ever to be in such a powerful and inspiring community.
It sure is bike season. Just a couple of weeks after Sea Otter and we’re off to another two-wheeled extravaganza.
We will be strutting our stuff this weekend at the Fruita Fat Tire Festival. What’s in store? Plenty of good stuff:
- Viper, Verve and Raptor demo packs available for testing on Fruita’s famous singletrack trails
- Event special pricing offering 15% off all in stock Osprey Hydraulics packs at The Bike Shop in Grand Junction – if you don’t already have one, it’s time to get one!
- Daily raffles for schwag and Osprey packs (have to be present to win)
- Full display of Osprey Hydraulics and Commuter packs
- Tons of giveaway stuff at the Osprey booth — which means you have to stop by!
We’re also pretty excited about the Rippin Chix MTB skills camp with Osprey athlete Alison Gannett on Saturday April 30th.
We look forward to seeing you at the booth and on the trails!
Every Wednesday on Ditch Your Car we’ll be bringing you just another reason to spend more time on two wheels. Be it a photo, a statistic or an inspirational video, we want to keep reminding you about why riding is great!
Via: Adventure Journal
For 10 years, a dream lingered, but the clutter of modern living pressed it into submission. Still clinging to the pull of wild places and adventure, Fitz and Becca Cahall revived their youthful vision of summits and faint trails by abandoning work and the city for the wilderness. The Love Letter follows a pair of climbers in search of new and classic routes along the difficult to reach stretches of the Sierra spine, focusing not just on the summits themselves, but the process of attaining them. In the clutter of the modern world, can wilderness still restore the human spirit? We would like to think so.
We caught up with Becca Cahall, of The Love Letter, and asked her some questions…
It sounds like The Love Letter was a dream in the making for a long time. What first sparked your inspiration for this project?
The inspiration for the trip and the movie came from Fitz. I loved the Sierra and wanted to see it in a different way, so I was along for the ride. Yet when we talked about doing it over the last few years, it always seemed so far away… a goal that wasn’t getting any closer. When we started talking about it early last year, it started to consume our thoughts — a culmination of longing and inspiration.
-23 degrees C, 04:00 in the night at Finse, Norway. Sleeping alone outside with the stars, indescribable. — Håkon Broder Lund
Congratulations Håkon! Ready to post your own love letter? Here’s how you enter…
484 miles into their epic, 4-month long tour, 23 Feet is officially on the road!
If you’re in Colorado, Utah, New Mexico, Arizona, California, or Nevada over the coming months, keep an eye out for this silver bullet.
Make a pledge of support for our friends at Dryland Community Radio KSJD and you just might win a trip to Mesa Verde National Park! The trip includes a guided tour by land and air, ranger-led backcountry hike and dinner and lodging. More details here. One lucky winner will be drawn on Friday, April 29, so make your donation soon!
More over on the KSJD site!
A new uranium mining boom is threatening further harm to the people, water, wildlands and biodiversity of the Grand Canyon region.
The Obama administration is considering a plan that would protect up to 1 million acres of the Grand Canyon’s watersheds from new uranium mining. But only one of the alternatives they’re considering — Alternative B — affords protections across the entire 1 million acre watershed.
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What can you do?
1. Knowledge is power. Watch the video and learn why we need to use our voice to speak up for the Grand Canyon right NOW.
2. Share the love! Post this video on your FB, Twitter or blogs. Tell your friends, neighbors, family what’s up.
3. Take action! Send a letter of support to the Obama administration urging them to stand firm and protect the Grand Canyon from nasty uranium mining.
May 4th is the last day the government will be accepting public comments, so please act today!
The Denver Art Museum is hosting Streets of Afghanistan this Thursday, April 28, in an effort to connect communities and cultures in a country that has endured nearly four decades of conflict. Proceeds from the exhibition, created by Mountain2Mountain (M2M), a Colorado-based nonprofit, will support programs including girls’ education, efforts to help imprisoned women and children and support for the Afghan youth movement.