Living on banana's and beer

When the powders gone, mother nature makes more. At least thats how it goes in the Colorado high country. In the mean time, there's a few groomers to tied you over. The snow came this afternoon.

Sunny day on the hill

The morning commute started by catching the lift right out the back door, and then taking a series of lifts from Arrowhead over to Beaver Creek. Traffic wasn't bad, considering the weather. The bluest sky I've ever seen kept my endorphins high.









Soul on a roll....
"...but they treat it like soap on a rope cause the beats in our lines are so dope."


I brought the noise!

Visceral Thrill

View of Mount of the Holy Cross, seen from Vail Mountain


Word on the mountain is that today is the first blue sky day in over a month, and by far the warmest of the winter.



Like Warren Miller says: "If you don't do it this year, you'll be one year older when you do." But it takes a little luck to catch conditions as beautiful as this!




















Droping back into Vail village, I stopped to watch a snowboard competition. These kids were flying through the air like rubber bands.

Like a Japanese Cowboy...

Skiing in the southeast is limited to a short window of opportunity. I felt the breeze and blew on down the road. With a long a way to go and a short time to get there, me and my brother busted out of Knoxville, heading to Catalooche. We stopped at the Hartford exit in Tennessee, just a few miles west of the NC border. I was wearing my PMBAR shirt, and the lady at the gas station asked me about it. After talking about mountain bikes for a minute, they showed us where some trails are around there. I hope to go back soon to check them out.
But with snow on the ground, the mission stayed its course; to the higher elevations of Catalooche. Its true that skiing in the Southeast is sub-par too Western and Northern states resorts, however, I had as much fun as I can imagine. For a Friday night in the mountains with: music, good beer, and a lift ride to the top of a mountain followed by a blazing run down; "life doesn't get much better than that!"






Sunrise over the mountains calling my name.


Dusk in North Carolina over Maggie Valley.


Catalooche bar; bluegrass band singing "High on the Mountain."


The easy way up.


Night Ski. Time for livin'

A Day in the Life of Indiana Jones

Epic conditions, big guns and a high speed quad.
That was the fastest Saturday night in recent history.

Monday

Sunrise over Mt. LeConte.


5:00, the high speed burn through Wears Valley to the ski mountain.


Step on the gas.








Finaly on the slopes.