Jan 18 2019

Another Season starts with lots of Powder!

Now that I have a house in BC, my ski season is split into two parts. In November and December, I take advantage of opening terrain in Colorado to get my powder legs. Then when January rolls around I head north to Canada. Unlike last year, Colorado started off with a bang as I managed to ski several deep powder days at Vail, Loveland and Beaver Creek. Below is a sample of what it was like – very tasty!

That’s my good buddy Joel Gratz laughing in the background and we spent a fabulous day plundering the deep untracked in Blue Sky.

I was also fortunate enough to catch the opening of chair 4 at Loveland so got to play in some of my favorite terrain in the early season. Then 2019 rolled around and I headed up to my house in Revelstoke. As usual they had great early season snow so when I got there conditions were prime. And as luck would have it, on my first day there I ran into my favorite guide GG and we proceeded to have a lovely powder day tour. 

At the same time, a crew of my friends had just arrived and caught a great day at Revelstoke Mountain Resort before we headed out for a three day cat trip at Great Northern Snowcat. To get there we had to take a ferry across Galena Bay which you can see in the photos below.

Once we got to the other side, it was a short drive to the lodge where my Revelstoke roommate Terry now runs operations. We had three great days of skiing with deep snow and blue skies the last two days. Day one on the other hand was a bit murky

On day two the skies started to clear and we were treated to fabulous views in every direction. We had a great group of folks to ski and dine with.

Notice that everyone has a big smile on their face as we had great conditions and a wonderful guide (Jamie – who I had met years ago at another operation) show us around. That’s him in the photos below enjoying himself – his enthusiasm was contagious!

There’s my buddy Joel again who as usual kept studying the conditions to add to his extensive database of weather patterns around the world.

And it wouldn’t be a powder trip without my buddy David who I have enough footage of to do a full length movie. He brought along his buddy Chip who most certainly enjoyed himself as you can see from the pics below

And Joel brought Alex along for his continuing powder training program he started last year at Kingfisher Heliskiing.While skiing with a snowcat does not provide as much vertical as a heli, it is more leisurely and still gets you to the terrain you expect to find in British Columbia. We got up high enough above the clouds to see the awesome views and found deep stable snow wherever we went – the perfect combination!

We also had a french trail guide (Nico) who entertained us in the cat and tore it up behind us on each run as seen above.

On day three we even took a short hike for a run that felt like Alaska terrain – big wide open turns for everyone! And it wouldn’t be BC if there wasn’t plenty of airtime for all with that soft forgiving snow to land in…

For some reason I forgot to take pictures of the lodge and while all the meals were instagram worthy I did not take any and just enjoyed the gourmet fixings. On the last day I had a Banh mi sandwich in the field – certainly a first for me. But as always the staff was wonderful, the accommodations lovely and the whole trip a delight! THANK YOU GREAT NORTHERN!!!

And now I’m back at my house in Revelstoke waiting for the snow to get deep again on the local hill…life is good!





Feb 12 2018

Revelstoke Mountain- Lift serviced Heli Terrain!

IMG_0619While I’ve spent a lot of time in British Columbia heli and cat skiing, until recently I had not done a lot of resort skiing there. I had sampled Red Mountain, Whitewater and Revelstoke, but last summer I took the plunge and bought a house in Revelstoke and am now a season pass holder there. While I originally chose Revelstoke because it is the heliski capital of North America (there are 5 heli ops based in town)  I have been thrilled to discover that with a mountain like Revelstoke I don’t need a cat or a heli to get the legendary powder skiing I’ve been chasing in BC for so many years!


While Revelstoke is best known for having the most lift served vertical in North America (5620 ft top to bottom) in my limited experience the most amazing thing about the resort other than also having the most snow in North America (360 inches to date with a 100+ ” base) is the amazing glade skiing that is everywhere on the hill like in the pictures above. BC is well known for its old growth forests and Revelstoke Resort takes full advantage of those with a glading program that provides beautiful open lines everywhere you turn.



Amazingly enough, the resort provides access to 3000 acres and 4 big bowls with only one gondola and two lifts. While the master plan for build out of the mountain would ultimately make it bigger than Whistler, right now its a pretty simple mountain to navigate. You ride up the gondola, traverse to the Stoke Chair and either do 2000 ft laps on it, do a 5000’+ run to the bottom, hike up to the bowls or ski over to the Ripper lift which is a tree skiers paradise. No matter what you do, you’re bound to find some serious powder, especially this year as there are on a record pace during this 10th anniversary year.


What I have just begun to explore are the huge hike to bowls – you can see the peak and the cliff walls in the background of the photos above. There are some very serious lines to be had up there and the Lemming Line (what a great name for the hiking trail) is a well trod path.

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The lines the skiers in the above photo are pointing to are just the beginning of a massive bowl with numerous entrance points. The pictures below are looking back up at those cliffs.

Like most bowls surrounded by cliffs and ridges, the snow lofts in and thus is some of the deepest on the mountain. Below is a pic from a particularly bountiful day.


Thankfully with all that powder there is the sufficient steepness to make it all rideable.

And if you get bored of the endless glades and bowl skiing, you can always jump on one of the 5620 vertical foot runs which will provide you with views of the Columbia River all the way down as you legs turn to mush.


As for the crowds these kind of goodies attract, it’s only on the biggest days that you’ll get a line like the one above which will quickly be dispersed all over the mountain. Revelstoke is a small town with limited lodging, with no big cities nearby. and hard to get to which guarantees that it never gets too crowded or skied out. 

j6OV1xMFRaKF+m9BFB1GKwSo for now I’m just going to keep exploring and enjoying my good fortune as the snow keeps rolling in. It may have taken me 30 + years to realize my ambition of becoming a ski bum, but now that I’m here I certainly have no regrets and am counting my blessings that I landed on this incredible hill…

May 1 2017

Kevin Edwards 1957-2017

At CMH K2 12/29/2015

I lost my ski partner last week, in the same place I met him originally, deep in the woods. I met Kevin in 2001 when I was skiing alone deep in some remote woods at the Keystone ski area. As I was coming out of the woods I saw a man below coming out of the same area so I decided to introduce myself. We got on the lift together and discovered that we lived less than a half mile apart in Boulder, had a kid the same age and were both powder fanatics. We proceeded to ski another 3 runs in the same area and cemented the deal that became the basis of our relationship. I would show him where the powder was and he would tow me out of the flats. 

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Kevin and his posse at Great Canadian Heliskiing 4/1/2005

Kevin with his two favorite guides (to his immediate left) Greg Golovach and Terry Makos 4/1/2005

By the time I met Kevin he was already a heliskiing legend. The two photos above are from an event honoring his 100th day of heliskiing at Great Canadian Heliskiing where they bestowed on him a pair of custom skis for his achievement. Every year Kevin would put together a group of friends and bring them to this heli operation located between Golden, BC and Rogers Pass for a week of heliskiing. When I met him that first day at Keystone, we hadn’t been on the lift for more than 5 minutes before he started telling me how I had to join him up there.  Besides all the friends he brought with him he also became very close to the guides who worked there and became lifelong friends with them as well.

Kevin’s favorite form of transportation

Young and happy!

Kevin lived for those weeks in British Columbia. As he often described it, his life was 51 weeks of anticipation and one week of bliss! Kevin showed so many folks the joy of powder skiing and introduced me to so many kindred spirits. While the skiing was always phenomenal, the camaraderie was even better – fabulous dinners with good friends where we gave each other shit in between reliving just how fantastic the day had been.


Never without a big smile in the mountains!

Leading the way!

Faster than a speeding bullet…


Showing us all how it’s properly done…

By 2008 I was on my 4th trip to GCH with Kevin and company and that was a particularly bountiful year as you can tell by watching the videos below

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The video talent after a long day in the field…

Kevin with the man who led us to all those goodies and shot those videos!

Meanwhile back on the home front (Colorado) I decided to return the favor by introducing Kevin to my favorite powder mecca – Wolf Creek. From then on the Wolf became our sacred place – the place where we could always go to worship at the alter of deep powder – a few shots from one of our prayer sessions are below…

Up on Knife Ridge

Pure bliss going down…


and deeper…

Kevin was the one person I could always count on to make the 9 hour round trip drive to Wolf for what I liked to call “48 hours of powder”. We’d go a couple of times a year and hike the ridge lines that surround the ski area – getting fresh tracks all day. The video below is from President’s Day Weekend in 2011 and what a typical two day trip was like for us…

So every year we would plan a trip to BC – we started moving around and checking out other places and bringing our crew with us. What we soon discovered was that the guides moved around too so every where we went we would be greeted by familiar faces.

Lunch in the Valhallas…

followed by some powder turns…

and an end of the day group portrait…

when the light was just perfect

In 2012 we decided to go back to Great Canadian for one last trip and boy was that a good decision. Once again led by the incomparable Greg Golovach we enjoyed 5 fabulous days as evidenced by the video below…

I’d follow these two just about anywhere…

I must admit that I occasionally cheated on Kevin and in 2011 was lured to Haines, Alaska by my other good heli buddy David Cole. It took awhile but I finally convinced Kevin there was more to skiing than trees so in 2013 he joined our AK crew for the first time. And of course he took to it like a fish to water…

There’s that grin again…


In to the steeps…


with the AK crew

After that trip the crews began to merge and we ended up with what I called the core four – me, Kevin, David and Aaron Suzuki – four guys who could easily be convinced to go anywhere and everywhere as long as there was powder to be had…

Was it something he ate?

Our first trip together was to Revelstoke, BC where after a couple of days on the hill we headed out to Eagle Pass to ski with Scotty Newsome, our old guide from SnowwaterSONY DSC

From there it was on to Valdez, Alaska where we had a most unfortunate incident. To make a long story short, due to an unexpected cornice collapse, Aaron, I and one of our guides fell 1200 feet down a mountainside. Aaron and the guide sustained minor injuries but I unfortunately turned my leg all the way around and tore every ligament in my left knee. Kevin wrote a long piece about this trip and the meaning of faith which is worth reading in retrospect. 

Kevin at the bustling Valdez airport

and the equally busy Chugach Range

One year and 100+ PT appointments later I got back on my board and headed back to BC with the gang and sampled a CMH experience at their K2 Rotor Lodge and of course, Kevin was there.

Bonding with Aaron

Tearing it up with that big smile

and mixing with the rest of the riff raff

And earlier this year, we met up with our old friends and guides Greg and Terry at Kingfisher Heliskiing and had ourselves a most joyful reunion.

Ever seen this posse before?

or this smiling face?

or the one ski trick Kevin knew how to do?

So up till now, this post has read like a most pleasant travelogue but unfortunately it does not have a happy ending. Last Friday, April 28th, while skiing in the woods with me at Loveland, something happened – (amended note – coroner now says cause of death “heart failure” from enlarged heart which is a known issue with endurance athletes – he was a triathlete) not sure exactly what and may never know but the end result is that Kevin is no longer with us. I can not tell you how sorry I am I was not able to help him when he needed me most. We were ski partners for 15+ years and chased powder all over North America together. He was there at both my highest and lowest moments and I’d like to think I helped him through some tough times but for the most part he led a charmed life on the slopes which all came to a terrible end last week. Kevin was a great guy, who made people laugh, helped everyone he could and was an inspiration to us all. I can not believe I will never share another run with him again or hear him give me shit about my liberal leanings.

Right before the last run of his life

I am going to miss Kevin so much. I was so lucky to have him as my ski partner over all these years. He pulled me out of so many flat spots both literally and figuratively. He was beloved by so many and the first to pitch in when anyone needed some help. I can not believe he is gone but if there is a heaven I know he’s skiing deep powder right now. Goodnight sweet prince…

Jan 15 2017

Return of the Fantastic Four

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Moe, Larry, Curly and Shemp

Since the unfortunate and abrupt ending to my last trip to Alaska I have not had the great pleasure of skiing with what I call the core four – that is is me and the only three guys I know that have just as bad a powder addiction as I do. We have done numerous trips together to both British Columbia and Alaska and except for our misfortune in Valdez we have always had a fabulous time riding together. So when my favorite sherpa Kevin started raving about a new operation he found in the legendary Monashee Range, it didn’t take much convincing to get the band back together.

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

The first landing in the early morning light is a instant reminder of how beautiful it is high up in the mountains and how lucky we are to be there. The ghost trees are particularly stunning and other worldly. 

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

And then it’s time to play follow the leader…

As usual British Columbia has had a ton of early season snow so our only concern was the predicted sub zero temperatures which fortunately had passed by the time we got there. Instead we were treated to classic BC conditions – a deep base covered with a minimum of a foot of fresh wherever we went which got deeper and deeper as the week progressed.

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Kevin in his natural habitat

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David getting buried

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Aaron finding his bliss..

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Rippin time

The Monashees are famous for their old growth forest and amazing tree skiing and certainly our experience did nothing to dispel that truism. Besides providing a natural slalom course, the trees help keep the snow in pristine condition by blocking the wind and letting the snow pile up for us powder carnivores. So while the upper exposed slopes might be a little wind affected and only have a surface powder layer, the trees are invariably soft and deeeeeeeep.

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One of the big boys…

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Not just tree skiing

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Oh chute!

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Quick, our guide’s getting away…

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on his tail

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oh, what a beautiful morning…

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now there’s proper technique

But as you can see from the photos above there was a wide variety of terrain to keep us entertained. From tight chutes to long powder stuffed meadows there was big fun around every corner. And of course all of it had natural features to play in and jump off. And since the landings are all deep and soft, the temptation is hard to resist.

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

And the man who lead us to all this glory

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Our fearless guide, Matt

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showing us how it’s done

Of course none of this is possible without a great operation making it happen. In this case it was Kingfisher Heliskiing whose entire staff treated us like royalty and made our every wish their command. Our guide Matt Devlin, whose attitude is best summed up by his photo above, delivered the goods run after run with a smile permanently etched on his face (not surprising considering what we had at our disposal).

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

the long commute from our lodging to the helipad…

And beyond the great skiing, delicious meals, comfy accommodations and toasty hot tub that Kingfisher provided there’s simply just the incredible scenery everywhere you look.

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

It goes without saying that the hardest part of a helitrip is leaving, especially when it’s snowing hard which is exactly what happened on our last day.

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Kingfisher Heliskiing - Monashee Range

Do we really have to leave?

The four shots above were taken on our last run and as you can see it was dumping! This would also be a good time to thank Kevin for all the fabulous photos he took (which you can click on to see larger) which are the majority of the action shots in this post. 

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How we all felt about this trip

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nothing like riding with good friends

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and with all this bounty

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no wonder his smile’s so big

As always we shot a ton of video and like last year I’m just going to post a tease until I have the time and energy to go through all the footage. It was a fabulous trip with great friends and marvelous conditions so until I see them again, here’s a tribute to the Fantastic Four – thank you guys!!!




Oct 25 2016

The Opposite of Powder

Dead Horse Point State Park, Utah

After our fabulous trip on the White Rim Trail last fall, we decided that an annual fall trip to the desert to hike, bike and camp would be an excellent tradition. This year, we wanted to check out a Colorado bike trail we hadn’t done before along with another section of Canyonlands that I had yet to visit.

Paradox Trail, Colorado

Our first stop was the Paradox Trail which runs 110 miles from Southwest Colorado to close to Moab. While most of the route is old jeep roads there are sections of single track and we decided to do the Red Canyon Loop that climbs to a spectacular overlook of the Paradox Valley.

Paradox Trail, Colorado

The climb up the canyon was fairly mellow till we hit what was described on the MTB Project Trail Page as a “short hike a bike section” near the top of the canyon. “Short” of course, is a relative term – long, steep and rocky were the words that came to mind while we trudged slowly up it.

Paradox Trail, Colorado

The view from the top as you can see from the pic above however, was well worth the effort. A perfect lunch stop and picture taking viewpoint was our reward for the earlier slog. After a bit more climbing we were then treated to a very long smooth downhill back to our car with numerous scenic vistas along the way.

State Highway 141, Colorado


The drive from Grand Junction to Naturita our stopping point for the night took us through beautiful canyons with towering sandstone walls on both sides. From there we headed west into Utah and into the Needles section of Canyonlands National Park. To say this is a scenic area is a vast understatement – everywhere you looked there were stunning rock formations that just begged to be explored.

Newspaper Rock Historic Monument, Utah

On the way into Needles we passed the famed Newspaper Rock, one of the worlds largest collections of petroglyphs. Our plan was to secure a camping spot for the night and then take a hike in the Needles district. 

Hamburger Rock Campground, Indian Creek, Utah

Because it was a beautiful fall weekend and thus primetime in the desert we were slightly concerned about finding a good camping spot but as luck would have it we found a primo and mostly empty campground at Hamburger Rock just outside the park entrance.

Needles District, Canyonlands National Park, Utah


Needles District, Canyonlands National Park, Utah

Needles District, Canyonlands National Park, Utah

Needles District, Canyonlands National Park, Utah

Needles District, Canyonlands National Park, Utah

Needles District, Canyonlands National Park, Utah

Needles District, Canyonlands National Park, Utah

Needles District, Canyonlands National Park, Utah

Here I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves as it was difficult to not stop and take photos every ten steps along a 6 mile out and back hike to the Chesler Park overlook. I literally took hundreds of photos and just trying to narrow the selection down to an outstanding one hundred was a time consuming task.

Hamburger Rock Campground, Indian Creek, Utah

Then it was back to our campsite where after dinner and a fire we got to admire natures finest light show, the Milky Way in all it’s glory.

Indian Creek, Utah


Indian Creek, Utah

Indian Creek, Utah

In the morning the light show continued with a spectacular sunrise that had us climbing all over the rocks above our campground to get different angles on the morning fiesta. 

Dead Horse Point State Park, Utah

It wouldn’t be a true trip to the desert without a stop in Moab where we decided to check out the new bike trails in Dead Horse Point State Park just outside of town. We took a lovely tour through the park and then drove out to the point where the horses supposedly met their awful fate.

Dead Horse Point State Park, Utah

Dead Horse Point State Park, Utah


Dead Horse Point State Park, Utah

Well at least they had a nice view…



Jan 16 2016

Back in the Heli Again…

CMH K2 transport ship

Sure beats Uber…

After my accident in Valdez, one of the questions people most frequently asked me was whether I would ever heliski again. For me, the accident had less to do with heliskiing than with the inherent risks involved in riding big mountains. The big question for me was whether I’d be physically able to ride again at all, not where I would do so if I could. So once the docs gave me the okay and CMH advertised that they were having a half price sale, I didn’t think twice about booking a helitrip in British Columbia where I have had so many great experiences previously.


Home sweet home…

I had never previously been to a CMH operation (they have 11 lodges spread throughout British Columbia) and had always thought of them as the big box store of heliskiing. I had no doubt that they they offered a great experience, but was used to going with smaller operators and smaller groups. However they were making an offer we couldn’t refuse, so we decided to try something different and boy did that turn out to be a great decision.


The syndicate

The biggest difference between this trip and past ones is that we would be riding in a bigger helicopter with a group of 10. Theoretically, this could have meant fewer untracked lines, and longer wait times but in reality it meant just more folks to celebrate the amazing conditions with that we were fortunate to have all week. BC has had an excellent early season and after a long stretch of on and off snow, we managed to catch the first stretch of sunny days with cold temps and no wind to disturb our precious bounty.





One of our big concerns with any heli operation is whether they “farm” their snow – that is they insist that skiers/riders stay close to one another in order to save as much untracked as possible for future groups. So we were thrilled to discover that our guides had a very much laissez-faire approach to our chosen routes down the hill. Basically all they required was that we meet up at the bottom of the hill so everyone got to enjoy fresh lines no matter when or where they started. And because the snow stability was excellent and their terrain is primarily classic Kootenay tree skiing, we got to ride steep untracked lines all day long. What else could we ask for?


You don’t always need a helicopter to catch some air…


Aaron shows how free heelers do it


Kevin with his usual cat swallowing the canary look…


Trevor with his V for Victory pose…

Originally, this trip was going to be a reunion of our “core four” – the same group that went to Revelstoke and Valdez together two years ago. Unfortunately, one of the founding members had to drop out but came up with a worthy replacement as seen directly above. We then spread the word and picked up three more associates who ripped along with us.


Did I mention how beautiful it was…


everywhere you looked…


and when you got there…


there were never any tracks…

Since we had nothing but bluebird days, the scenery was spectacular everywhere you turned and the late December sunlight was glorious all day. This led to an abundance of picture taking of our very photogenic crew.


Aaron finding his zen…


What me worry?


Who took this photo?


Our staff photographer, Kevin Edwards, of course…

My good buddy Kevin always complains that I never give him photo credit so I’m going to publicly state right now that any good photo of me is his doing and I owe him dearly for that as well as all the times he pulls me out of a flat spot. Who says skiers and snowboarders can’t get along?


But enough scenery shots…


let’s get back to why we were really there…


to find deep powder…


to rip turns through…


run after run…


and I’ve got to say…


it was absolutely worth…


every second…


of my…



Of course, we need to thank all the great folks at the CMH K2 Rotor Lodge for the delicious food, comfy accommodations, rides to the Nakusp Hot Springs after skiing, and most of all the incredible guiding and terrain they provided for four amazing days!


Cool sign too…

It’s really hard to capture just how fabulous the skiing/riding was with just some still photos especially because when you’re in the middle of an incredible run, stopping to take a photo generally isn’t at the top of your priority list. Fortunately we also shot a ton of video but cutting that into something that someone other than the participants would want to watch is a rather large task. In my past life, I was once a video editor so I may attempt to do just that but for now you’ll just have to settle for this tease.

And yes, my surgically rebuilt knee held up just fine, so there will be more tales from the Gluten Free Snowboarder. I need to thank my surgeon for sewing me back together, my physical therapists for working me hard, my family for helping me in times of need and my friends for telling me I’d be back. It not only takes a village to raise a child, but also to put a broken snowboarder back on the mountain. Thanks everyone, and see you on the slopes!!!

Oct 31 2015

In the White Rim

Nothing like being able to see where you’re headed…

During my visit to Canyonlands in May, I got my first glimpse of the White Rim Trail, which I had long heard was a bike trip not to be missed. Inspired by the incredible views from Islands in the Sky, I decided to make that trip happen and luckily was able to pull it together. The tricky part was finding someone/someway to get a driver/support vehicle since I didn’t know enough folks to put a big trip together where everyone would take turns driving. Fortunately, my friend Antony who is not a mountain biker, agreed to come along and hike while Mike and I rode and then meet us at the end of the day at the campsites. Then the real challenge became reserving the campsites through the National Park Service. They’re are only 20 campsites spread throughout the 100 mile trail and between the outfitters who get first dibs and all the other folks who want to go, reserving the sites took several weeks of going online at 12:01 am till I finally found a combination that made sense for a 4 day 3 night trip.

First stop on the scenic tour

The ride starts with a huge descent from the top of Islands in the Sky down to the White Rim. From there you basically ride ride along the edge of canyons which overlook the Colorado River which half way around meets the Green River which you follow to the way out. Here’s a map that gives you a much better idea of what I’m talking about. But no matter where you are on the trail the views are amazing and the biggest challenge is resisting the urge to stop every hundred feet to take another picture.

This campsite was called “nothing special” on the various sites I researched…

but the view across the road sure was sweet…

and not a bad place to wake up in the morning

While the trail was spectacular and great easy riding, perhaps the best part was the campgrounds. We went in late October when the temperatures were more hospitable so the nights were cool but even without campfires which are not allowed it was a joy just to sit in camp and watch the colors change.


On the road day two…

with in”spiring” views…


around every corner…

While day one was mostly downhill, day two contained the only real serious climb of the trip (other than the climb out at the end) up to Murphy’s Hogback. But before we got to that climb there were miles and miles of fabulous scenery to ride through first.

Talk about jaw dropping views…

and canyons as far as the eye can see…

Our second night accommodations were at Murphy’ Hogback. There are three campsites at that location and all of them had spectacular vistas. We were in Murphy C which overlooked a huge canyon and next day’s ride.


The clouds starting to roll in…

rainy hogback morning

which lead to a rainy night…

but ultimately another gorgeous day

Can you see why they call it the White Rim?

While preparing for this trip I read through numerous posts and all the National Park Service material. We had originally hoped we could do the trip with Antony’s Subaru Outback but the Park Service is adamant that you have a high clearance four wheel drive primarily for getting in and out of Murphy Hogback.  While that section of the road was slow going and ultimately not a major problem, the real challenge turned out to be mud and without our rented F-150 we would not have stood a chance.


Our beast of burden and the fearless crew

Just another bend in the road…

which lead us to the Green River which sure looked brown on this day.

The start of the climb over Hardscrabble Hill…

which was progressing nicely till our sag wagon punctured a tire right about here…

then at the top of the climb…

and back down to the river to our campsite and one last fabulous dinner…

On day three we encountered our first real issues. After the tricky drive down Murphy Hogback things were progressing smoothly till we hit Hardscrabble Hill where on the way up the climb we discovered our vehicle by the side of the road. Originally thinking Antony had parked and gone for a hike we instead discovered that we had a flat and now had to figure out how to remove and replace a spare on an F-150. After an initial bout of cluelessness we figured it out and good thing as the nearest help was at least 40 miles away and we had not seen another vehicle on the trail all day. At this point we figured our excitement for the day was over but as we made our way along the river we discovered that the rain of the previous days had led to some serious mud ruts.

Sunset day 3

Mud day 4

While we only had to work around a short stretch of mud on day 3, on day 4 we encountered long stretches that had they been a little deeper would have been impassable. So rather than try and slog our way through we chose to throw our bikes in the truck and power our way out. While there was a nice stretch along the river that might have been nice if dry, the rest of the ride out was a long, steep and not particularly scenic grind up Mineral Road that I had no problem passing on.

A cool side trip on the way home

Did they meet aliens or what?

To cap off a fantastic trip we stopped by Sego Canyon on the way back where a number of different cultures left beautiful artwork on several rock faces. It was quite fitting that after passing through some other worldly terrain in Canyonlands that we saw what looked like pictures of aliens on the walls of the canyon. I can’t recommend doing the White Rim highly enough – it’s a relatively easy ride with scenery that can’t be beat and campgrounds that are beautiful and at least when we went delightfully empty. A big big thanks to my friend Antony for letting us bike leisurely through the landscape while he covered some very tough miles in the truck. If you should ever get the chance to ride the White Rim, do it!


May 5 2015

Go west young man…

On the road again…


After a year on the sidelines, I was thrilled this spring when I realized I could get on my mountain bike again without any restrictions. So I did what all Coloradans do when ski/snowboard season is over and headed to Utah to do some mountain biking. Springtime is the perfect time to visit before the heat of summer makes daytime rides an exercise in masochism in the Utah desert.

Where the past comes to life…

Utah is a magical place for those who like the splendor of the desert. Petroglyphs, fantastic rock formations, and all your favorite earth tones make for stunning imagery every where you turn.

Utah’s “Little Grand Canyon”

A lovely rim ride

Day one found us at The Wedge, also known as Utah’s “Little Grand Canyon”, located in the San Rafael Swell. The drive there was almost as spectacular as the views from the top as we passed numerous petroglyphs and gorgeous rock formations. The bike ride was not challenging but the scenery more than compensated.

They don’t call it “Island in the Sky” for nothing…


As far as the eye can see…


And a little snow in the distance helps keep you cool…

On day two we set out to explore the Island in the Sky section of Canyonlands National Park. We decided on a seemingly little used trail down into Lathrop Canyon. What started out as a pleasant little hike through a pretty meadow turned into a stunning descent into some classic Canyonlands terrain, each corner revealing a more spectacular view than the last.

Just another typical mind blowing vista..


Now I see why they call it the White Rim Trail

Island in the Sky, Canyonlands

Just to put it into perspective

Normally, I avoid scenic overlooks in national parks but the overlooks in Island of the Sky are pretty much irresistible. So after the hike we did a car tour through the park, oohing and aahing along with everyone else. And as an extra bonus, I got a good view of the legendary White Rim Trail which seduced me into reserving campsites for a return trip in October to do the trail on bike.

We couldn’t leave Moab without at least sampling one of the newer and ever expanding bike trail systems. So on day three we checked out Navajo Rocks, a nice mix of sandstone and classic desert riding. I don’t really love the hard work involved in mountain biking but I’m a sucker for the scenery and once the endorphins kick in all the grinding is long forgotten.

What everyone goes to Moab for…


Land of the Navajo


Sandstone anyone?


After the bike ride it was time to find some shade and water to cool down in. Fortunately for me my friend Mike knows Moab like the back of his hand and had a lovely little canyon with creek included for us to explore.

Down by the river

All in all it was a fabulous trip. And more importantly it was the first time I really tested my leg in a multi day multi sport trip and it passed with flying colors. The next big test will be when I get on a board again but until then I’m just going to be thankful that there are still plenty of summer sports that I can enjoy. I guess I really am one lucky boy…








Apr 18 2015

Happy Anniversary?

Mount Sanitas, Boulder, CO

Sure beats the Vail Valley Medical Center…

Well, it’s now been a year since my fall and surgery and my how time does not fly when you’re rehabbing from a major injury. I recently passed my 100th physical therapy appointment (including the ones in Vail immediately after my surgery) and they tell me when I hit my 100th in Boulder they’ll name a therapy table after me. It’s been a long brutal process but I’m happy to report that things are definitely looking up. While my range of motion is definitely limited and I’ll likely always have some pain and stiffness, my leg strength has almost fully returned and as you can see from the photo above I can now hike the steep hills that I’ve always used to get in shape for backcountry snowboarding.

East Ridge Trail, Mount Sanitas

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood…

East Ridge Trail, Mount Sanitas

My partner in crime…

Fortunately I live just down the street from one of the nicest hiking trails in Boulder and have a companion who’s always willing to keep me company on my treks. It’s been an unusually dry spring in town and we’ve taken advantage of the conditions to work me back into shape. While doing hundreds of squats and lunges at home and at PT never gets old, building strength by climbing up steep terrain is far more rewarding.

Little Scraggy Trail, Buffalo Creek

Back in the saddle again…

As an added bonus, last week I did my first mountain bike ride in 18 months and while my mind was a little nervous my body handled it flawlessly. So this summer will hopefully be filled with many more rides as I get back into my normal routines. All this is in preparation for next winter when I hope to take up snowboarding full time once again.

Valdez, AK

Before the fall…

It’s been a challenging winter watching the snow fly and not being able to get out in it. I’ve had to live vicariously through friends and other online powder connoisseurs and at times it’s been very painful. Fortunately for me, while there was plenty of powder to be had if one worked hard for it, it was not a particular epic winter in Colorado or BC, two of my favorite stomping grounds. Alaska on the other hand, (where the above photo is from) has been going off and is in one of the best snow cycles in years. Watching this from afar has made me thoroughly reconsider my vow never to go back. While Valdez is certainly out of the equation, future visits to Haines now seem like not such a bad idea. In the bigger picture, while I’m very thankful that I can even walk after the nasty spill I took, it’s been the dream of snowboarding again that has motivated me through many a long and painful rehab session.  While nothing is ever certain, the gluten free snowboarder does plan to ride again!

Nov 11 2014

It’s getting better all the time…

First snow of winter

It’s that time again

After an incredibly beautiful and extended fall season here in Colorado, winter returned yesterday with the temperature dropping 40 degrees in a matter of hours along with several inches of snow. They’re calling for a high of 10 degrees tomorrow with snow through the weekend so this is definitely not just another one of those snowboarding dreams that regularly course through my subconscious mind while I sleep. Of course, the snow triggers all sorts of conscious feelings – the most prominent being when the blank am I going to be able to snowboard again!

Just add snow

It’s now been almost seven months since my knee surgery and while I’ve made tremendous progress by committing (or submitting, depending on how you look at it) myself to an intensive rehabilitation program it appears I am not quite ready for primetime just yet. The physical therapist’s office has become my second home and I am now much more familiar with the different types and levels of pain one can endure without actually passing out. When I wasn’t gathering that excruciating knowledge, I did my best to get back out in the mountains even if only by car and then later foot (no mountain biking season for me this year). Luckily for me Colorado is just as beautiful in the summer as it is on a pristine powder day.

It's a family affair...

Road tripping with the family

Fortunately, I have a new partner in crime, a young blond I met just last year. She’s passionate, athletic and generally up for anything – just what I needed to help get through these challenging times.


Her name is Lola – short for Lolita


Me and my girl

Together we’ve been whipping me back into shape by hiking the local trails in Boulder. If there has been one upside to this injury it’s that I’ve been motivated to get back into hiking and Boulder certainly has plenty to offer on that front.

Our typical morning stroll

So between all the hiking and physical therapy my leg has gotten much stronger. I still however lack the full range of strength, motion and flexibility I need to get back out on the mountain. While my surgeon is very pleased with my progress and no longer suggesting the need for a second surgery, he is not at all interested in seeing me back on the slopes anytime soon. Granted, this is not surprising news given the severity of my injury but just the thought of maybe getting a few powder days in the spring has been the carrot that has kept me going through a very long and painful rehab. And given the rate at which my leg has been improving, it doesn’t seem unreasonable that I could achieve that goal. So for now, I will abide by his wishes and keep hammering away at my very incalcitrant scar tissue but come spring I may have to take matters into my own hands…