Reactivity

We are already a few weeks into the Earth's New Year.  Wow!  What can I say, I love skiing so much even a shortage of snowfall and a miserable snowpack cannot dampen my love.  I have been punching the clock up at Bridger much more regularly.  What a special place.  For only a few hundred dollars a year I get my own ski mountain.  Plus, I  like and can relate to the people who work and play there.  Hell Yes!  On the negative side I did not get to enslave any third-world children, cheat some middle class Americans out of their hard-earned money, get Botox, try to act in some ridiculous movie, or hold public office.  YES!!!

Ski that thing.


Multiple (3 last week) avalanche deaths in the region are causing grief for many.  As a surly traditionalist climber it still hurts me to see people who are loved and cherished pass even when its doing what they love.  For many of us, this is one of the choices we make every morning when we step out of the our boxes.  Skiing in the early winter snow environment is a challenging and sometimes intense situation.  This is not like skiing a beat out mountain in May.  Anyone (well, anyone who can ski) can do that.  This is about skiing.  Skiing some powder, getting up in the wilderness, looking at animal tracks, seeking new objectives, and mostly...having fun.  That said, the same part of me that enjoys the challenges of free-solo rock climbing relishes these times in the mountains.  Its me and Ma' Nature.  Its not about luck, its about listening to the earth, sky, and water on one hand.  On the other is knowing yourself and trusting your interpretation of the present, past, and future consequences of action.  When I step onto a rock face and climb, I do not want to die.  When push my skis over the lip, I want to live.  Live life.  Simple as that.  I cannot live it in a box or in front of one.  If I had chosen that life then I would probably be six feet under in one.    Some of us need to feel that darkness pulling at our heels.  Others do not.  We are still lucky enough to get to choose.

Alex Lowe Peak on 01/01/12


So I plod along, poking my poles to the ground, digging in the snow, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

Happy New Year,

Andrew

Sell it Out! (Warning: The Following is Montana-centric)

I have been reading lately.  Thank you, its been a big step for me.  Generally, I read whatever I can get my hands on.  It nice to try and absorb some fresh insights, perspectives and opinions.  Living in this culturally deficient area of the country can deprive one's mind of fresh nutrients for thought.  More and more though, I have noticed a complete lack of content in our precious area publications.  Its not that I expect any type of award-winning writing to come out of our local newspaper.  That is a lost cause.  From the rest we should expect a lot more.

Where are our good independent mags and papers?  Everything out there seems to be run by real estate agents.  No opinions, no viewpoints, no need to offend a potential advertiser.  The majority of the articles seem to be geared toward getting more people to move here, make everybody feel like a local, and in general tell the world how awesome it is to live in Montana.  I am waiting for the day when all my favorite backcountry ski zones can be described in detail and full color, every good fishing-hole a community event, where to bag a deer without trying.  Shoot, pretty soon we will see an article explaining where and how to go cut some firewood.   Wanna know where to go skiing?  Buy a map, go for a hike.  Live and learn.

One of the greatest things about Montana is that it is not like other places.  You can go rock-climbing here all day and not see another party.  There are numerous trails around that do not feel like glorified dog parks.  Backcountry skiing is still an adventure here, not just another sport to buy shiny gear for.  Is this changing?  Slowly but surely, all things do change.  The difference is that we do have a choice in the rates of change and the direction that it is headed.

In places like Big Sky, Montana (just up the road from Bozeman) it seems like change is on an accelerated track.  If there was ever a place that exemplified Montana, Big Sky is not it.  Carving a %1er community out of what was a prime mountain wilderness recovery zone is how its done in other places like Colorado, Tahoo, Whistler, Europe, etc.  So you visited Montana once on the suggestion of Warren Miller and thought it was so amazing you had to move here and promote it to all of your friends.  Damn, are you some kind of outlaw or something?  Thank you.  Everytime I go skiing into the Spanish Peaks I shutter inside.  I move faster to crest the ridge that will block that view.

I just want to read something interesting by a Bozemanite.  Is that so wrong?  There are plenty of former English majors out there who need work.  Lets get them motivated to use that degree.

Confronting Power

We are cruising into winter.  Woke up with a half-inch of snow encrusted around the South Cottonwood homestead.  The mountains are gathering their breath.  Wonderful!

Styles and morals in our recreational pursuits seem a little misguided.  While its all very good to hold opinions and values in everything we do, its just as important to remain flexible.  Like the reed of grass in the wind, bend but do not break.  At the end of the day these little self-guided adventures we go on in the mountains, deserts, and seas are merely a diversion from the reality of the world which surrounds us.  Painful as it is to admit, we are the lucky ones.

While recycling Ziploc bags until they fall apart is never going to solve the world's problems, at least it shows that an effort is being put forth.  Eating healthy foods without petrochemical additives is a sure way to prevent harm.  Whats the best health insurance plan on the market?  Exercise, low stress living, and eating natural/organic foods.  It is mind-boggling that society is searching for a cure for cancer, all the while the causes surround us.  This is not a debate.  Remain human.  Taking more drugs is only going to improve the health of the industrial drug/insurance beast.

As I hide here in Montana, the planes fly overhead burning their trails to more important places.  Kids are still willing to fight in NYC, London, Rome and elsewhere.  Power only responds to power.  What is power today?  Money.  Perhaps we should all pull-out of that little gambling casino they call the stock market.  Drop the money in your savings account.  That is force.   Don't buy that new car, another appliance, more clothes to replace the clothes that are not worn.  Growth for the sake of growth is a disease.

Put a stockbroker to work.  Hand them some shovels, a hammer, a pair of work boots.  Let them feel some true effort.  Learn to do something useful today.  Leveraging other humans futures is not a career...its a sociopathic illness.   These are beautiful times to be alive. 

White Squad II by Leon Golub


Live it!

Falling into Winter

Yep, it still exists. Very little to report from the zone this past summer, thus no bloggage. I figure there is no need to fill this space with boring personal trip reports. I shall leave that to the rags and 'zines of the world. Travel writing is about as interesting as reading my chainsaw's operating manual and definitely less useful.

Getting Some in the Trailer Boulders


I have taken to the world of rope access technician (RAT) work. The pay is outstanding, the views can be stunning, the work is interesting and strenuous. I like. Only thing that is not so grand is the travel to some of these places and being away from Bozeman and my good life there. This new career path is opening some wonderful doorways into the future. Making enough cash to peace out for the winter being numero uno. I see myself doing some nice international travel for work in the coming years and taking some wonderful vacations. Of course I will have to buy a bunch of shit too. You know. Flatscreens, RVs, dirtbikes, and the rest of the garbage. ----Serious Sarcasm Alert---

Two of the beautiful ladies of my life

To all of you who read this: thank you, but what are you doing sitting inside or staring at your "smart" phone. As the late Bean Bowers said: "Go do something wild today". Hell Yes!

Remember what you live for


later gators

Yurting for a Hurting or is it Hurting for a Yurting

The light is green for some deluxe Yurt residing this weekend!

I have pulled through another heinous bout of the flu, the second one this season. Weird, after several years of non-sickness I get way-laid twice (twice!) in one winter. I call Bullshit on that!

Life is good in the Bozone all in all. Rock-climbing is picking-up again. We made it out to the Batholith last weekend with a good-sized crew and worked on some gnar. Feeling good on the stone.

I am really getting in-touch with the Bozeman Public Library as well. Its amazing how well read the homeless of Bozeman must be for all the time they spend here. Ah, the hidden secrets of Amerika. Seriously.

Mecca, Deschutes River, Central Oregon.


Perhaps I will be back to this zone soon. Looking for work and Smith Rocks might be callin'. Love the Mecca zone, its probably all developed out and nobody is climbing there any longer. Perfect for me to squeeze in a few more FA's (first ascent) and fight with some rattlesnakes and eagles.






All photos from my friend Mark Deffenbaugh.

Alas, the powder calls and the Tobacco Roots are a gem of a place to watch the moon and stars.


Namaste

Sense of Place

Pounding the powder for three days at Hebgen and Quake lakes. It snowed everyday. Really did not have time for taking photos and the light was continually flat. That is the price you pay sometimes for skiing powder.

Getting into it...


...Camera not set-up for action photography....


...Playing around in the middle of a 1800' run


The mini-vacation is over. Time to fix some gear and get ready.

I'm not a ski bum

Don't call me that.

The past week has been dedicated to resting my frostbitten big toe for the first time in awhile. Progress is being made. Skipped all the wind/powder skiing since last week. Focusing on the job effort. Got a car that I'm getting going: '87 Suby. Like I do. Should be ready by Mon./Tue..

Its time to go skiing. Plans are hatched for more mega-sized ski tours and line-slaying these upcoming months. Beartooths/Tetons/Winds are being worked on along with a longer traverse (Mt. Holmes to Electric Peak?). Roger's Pass perhaps?

Climbing continues. Slowly. All minor/annoying injuries have been healed. Grip strength low. Leg power high. I must abide the plastic winter overlord more.

Welcome back to town Sam M.. Can't wait to hear and see about the travels.

Goodness.