Category Skiing

Superior

Some lines steal your imagination the first time that you see them. That’s what happened to me the first time that I saw Mt. Superior in Little Cottonwood Canyon, UT, three or four years ago.  At the time, the South…

On Hucking One’s Carcass

You might thing that jumping off tall rocks on skis is not only dangerous, but stupid as well, given that there’s often other ways to the bottom of the rocks that don’t endanger one’s femurs.  I’d have to agree with…

Forty Inches

I wrote a long post about my friend’s recent and surprising suicide, but technology lost it and I can’t bring myself to write it all again. Just a few days ago, my grandfather also passed peacefully from this world, leaving…

Mountain Time

I’ve lived in Salt Lake City for about a month now.  This stay is the period on the end of a long and rambling sentence that tried to describe what I wanted from my life for the last several months…

Crystal Mountain

“People may die in spite of me, but they’re sure as hell not going to die because of me.  We live in a culture of try, ‘Good job.  Good game champ.  Great try’.  That doesn’t work as a paramedic.  You…