November 23, 2009
You heard me. I’m moving on. and it’s to bigger and better pastures…
oh, me? no, not me personally…I”m staying in Denver.
Its just that part of Bleeding Senses will be moving on to a more appropriate venue — specifically the blogs on WESTWORD.COM!!!
yes, yours truly is now an official and REAL (read: underpaid) blogger for an actual publication (and a damn cool one at that)
Now hopefully this first blog post doesn’t get my season pass revoked…
I present to you: Sin Your Way Through Ski Season
(oh, and i’m clearly not Joe Tone… though hopefully the byline has been corrected to say my name by the time anyone reads this)
Otherwise, I plan on staying up as your normal, less-than-frequently-updated source for all second-hand news about phish and the Denver jamband scene… afterall, where else will my loyal seven get their news?
May 27, 2009
I leave for Hawaii tomorrow morning, which officially puts to rest my winter/spring and brings in the Summer for me, In packing I had to shift around my gear closet and I finally pulled my two ski journals out of my now-hanging-in-the-gear-closet ski pants yesterday. I also found the Vail map I kept marking up all season long with newly(to me)-discovered pow stashes, tree runs of death, cliffs I have no business jumping off of and warming huts.
The idea was to keep track of the season in a way that I could go back later in life and make myself jealous of how fucking amazing it was to be 28 with an unlimited pass to Vail and the Vail resorts, no real job to speak of and a loving girlfriend who let me snowboard more than she should have. I’m going to go through the books a few ski days at a time over the next few weeks as a way of recapping the season for myself and the four or five of you that read this.
now, I will be changing some of my entries as not to disclose too big of secrets… but if you know the mountain, you should be able to figure some rough ideas out. Anyway, here is (or, was) the Winter of Boyd 2008-2009.
Ski Journal 2008-2009
day 1 – opening day with Bazoo. took five runs, both felt like our legs were going to fall off. enjoyed a mellow cruise home over the pass.
[over the next 7 trips, I forgot to keep track… but in there was the opening day at vail on nov. 7th (i think), five trips to keystone and one trip to the basin]
day 9 – day after thanksgiving. rode with Erin and her dad for a few runs at Vail, then headed back to the house they were renting for dinner.
day 10 – 9 inches of fresh powder. fresh tracks down expresso and cappucino… rode with greg for a bit, then went off with erin and lapped 16 and 3. Met up with greg after a few runs and burned the trees between over easy and avanti down to chair two. best first pow day in a long time.
day 11, Vail. the storm continued and dumped 9 more inches. Got to 16 early, then up within the first few chairs. took four laps on chair four (whisle pig, expresso, cappucino, swingsville). AMAZING snow. By noon i met up with Erin and Bill and rode chair three twice then down to lionshead where we ran into my ex girlfriend in the gondo line. headed up the gondo and then down through the little park — hit the two flat rails and and up > flat box. Erin went back to head back to Denver with her folks, I’m staying up here in the mountains with nick and torrey tonight. [the storm ended up raging all night, closing i-70 and forcing Erin to take an 8 hour trip home with her parents in the car on an all-but-closed i-70]
day 12, 12/01/08, VAil – on mountain by 9 a.m. opening. rode 16 >4 then two runs on w.pig, then over to 3 and 2 for a bit. ended the day lapping 4 > riva glade > 2 four times and then back down by 1:45 and drove home to Denver.
Day 13 – Dec 4, with e-roc. Still just the gondola and montezuma lift open. started with springdipper, then a few runs off schoolmarm. soft snow on top of manmade ice. a six run day. heading back over loveland pass, however, e-roc blacked out for a good minute. I was slapping him across the face while yelling and screaming at him as i hauled ass down the pass to a place I could pull over. By the time he came-to I was pale white with fear and he was pale-white from lack of oxygen. You’d think a kid who grew up here wouldn’t get hit hard by the sudden altitude change, but he did.
* i will continue this little series in 10 days or so, upon my return… until then, pray for snow for next season!