All posts tagged: Beartooths

Back to the Plateau

When we were little our parents loved to take my brother and me backpacking, though why exactly remains unclear. We were notorious for forgetting our shoes, dropping important things in water, and quickly consuming huge quantities of dried apricots (to disastrous effects). I have distinct memories of bushwhacking in tears through the twilight, of the beanie babies we’d stow around the tent, and of my dogs paws, bloody from snowy miles covered. She usually found some poop to eat right before bed, giving her a unique odor which, combined with tent fabric and our four sweaty bodies, eventually came to form the smell by which I identify family. I was thinking about them as I stumbled into the Beartooths last week wearing my ice climbing boots. True to form, I’d forgotten my shoes, and was quite thankful to have something in the car more wearable than the legendary red cowboy boots my brother had once sported in a similar situation. They’d dyed his legs bright red from knee to toe for about a week afterwards. …

Diversify me

One of the coolest things about taking a step back from raceland is that I’m finally getting to do a bunch of the stuff I’ve been meaning to try for the last few years. There are obvious things I’ve known are missing- like financial stability, beer brats and the lighting of explosives on the 4th- and then there are things I didn’t even know I was itching to do, like skinning eight miles upstream into the Beartooths, learning self arrest, and meeting the sunrise at 11,000 feet. (Which is what happens when KT and I have the same days off work.) It’s true that a life dedicated to pedaling grants some incredible opportunities, but right now I’m taking great pleasure in dedicating my life to other stuff and seeing where it takes me. I’ve found that the number of opportunities doesn’t actually change- they’re just more diverse and more fun to search out. I’m also stoked to see Sun Valley for nationals, though this year I’ll be purely a photographer, wrench, and bottle-passer for my …