Even MORE Skiing!

SICK!!!!

Tobin is pretty amped about ski season and has been practicing by skiing around the living room. Earlier this week Ann-Marie took the boys up the gondola to check it out and to seed a bit of excitment.

Here's jolly old St Nick*

"Hey look, I can sit up!"

*a few hours from now, at about 2am, I'll be calling him 'Satan-Screaming-Angel-of-Death' child

more skiing...

Okay, to set the record straight I don't ski more than Ann-Marie, I just take pictures and make blog postings about my ski days... Sorry if this bores you, but I got to ski an exciting line today. This is also partially to torture you European transplants that are busy bettering yourselves academically.

Ski touring at -20 requires down and tea

ahhh, into the sun!

Looking over at a piece of the magnificent Ross

Summit of Afton, we had to cross a narrow catwalk to reach the top of the line we skied. Intimidating, but we belayed our way across. Sir Donald in the background.

Just below the summit, making our way down to the entrance... Glad to have skis on now.

Through the difficulties and looking at sweet steep powder right to the bottom!!!

1/2 way down. Stop for a rest and some phots.

Travis getting amongst it!

The fellas below our line, the central couloir that comes off the summit.

Skiing!

Skiing is really, really good right now. Here are some pics from our day today. Work time in the bank! Looks like I need to figure out how to fix the exposure...

Harry and Luc and diamond dust

Up on to Avalanche Crest

Enjoying the views...

Slaying sweet pow! Run #1

Our standard of living is plummeting... But at least there's always booze!

Another Random Conversational Gem

Tobin: "I have something in here" (patting his diaper)

Me: "you do? What is it, a poop?"

Tobin: "no"

Me: "is it pee?"

Tobin: "no, it's just a penis"

Hunting

Corey and I went out to get our moose the other day. We have a tag for a spike-fork bull, cow or a calf, so pretty much anything we come across we can shoot. Good odds. The only thing that would have improved our odds, however, was if we hadn't been pulling a trailer with 300lbs of cow offal on it. We combined a hunting trip with a day of work for Corey who had to set up a camera on a bait pile to count wolves. Somewhat akin to fishing by trolling with a dead trout. Alas we didn't shoot anything, but it was likely more a function of our low motivation than anything else.

Hunting in the Taliban-mobile

This bear crossed our tracks and was going to intercept a moose we were trailing... Thats when we stopped trailing the moose.

At least we got close to somethin' dead!*

*I took a break from wretching and dry heaving long enough to take this picture.

A Haiku

when we met it was
fair trade organic fresh ground
now Big Eddy style*

This isn't the same woman I married

*I admit, I'm a lousy poet.