We get stuff sometimes. It's a perk. Best stuff is the stuff you can do things with. Some of my favorite stuff is from the uber-cool company Klean Kanteen. We gave all the campers at The Festy a Klean Kanteen cup when they arrived and made them available for sale to day-trippers. There were no disposable cups on-site. We even made filtered water available, for free. As a result we kept 30,000 cups out of the waste stream. That's substantial. These are my three favorite things right now, I only drink out of these three items thanks to Klean Kanteen.
Awhile back I got some stuff from Mountain Khakis, pants to be specific. Think High Country Carhartts. I use mine for work, I love them. This is what they look like after weed-eating and chain-sawing for weeks between washes.
Incidentally, mountaineering boots are kick-ass chain-sawing, trail-building and tree limb-busting kicks. Those Garmonts suck to hike in but they can stomp the shit out of stuff in the woods. Anyway...
The point of all this is that Mountain Khakis is awesome and not just because they gave me some pants. They're giving away 2 nights lodging, 2 ski passes to Jackson Hole, dinner for 2, and 2 tickets to our show in Jackson in February. Sounds awesome to me. You can enter HERE and maybe get yourself some free stuff.
Twitter has become my favorite place to catch breaking and interesting news. I can aggregate several different feeds and it's coming in real time. This today from Mother Jones was particularly interesting, a connection between lead poisoning and crime rates. Wonder what else we're collectively doing that is causing us longterm harm... probably damn near everything. There's a few news feeds that are super valuable, like NPR and CNN.
Huffington Post's Twitter feed this morning, however, sent me over my own cliff. The first three tweets were about Jessica Alba, Sofia Vargara, Diane Keaton and a Kardashian. THIS IS NOT NEWS. Huffington Post is not exactly fair and balanced, but I was counting on them to bring me some good info and recently, it's been more like TMZ than legitimate news. Yes, you heard me Huff Post, you're more like TMZ than news. Can you sense my frustration?
Ski Tour is around the corner and our partners from Icelantic are hooking it up with some nasty demo skis. Mountain Hardwear just came through with some parkas for the boys and I, I lined up a matching bright orange top and bottom, I'm gonna be hard to miss. Looking like the big family ski days will land be Vail on Presidents Day, February 18 and two days before at Eldora on February 16. The Oskar Blues Brewski Bus is giving everyone a ride, kinda like a rolling party all day. Just get on the Bus!
Copped this from Bike Rumor, a clearing house for all things cycling. This is a picture of a 36er (yup, 36 inch tires) from Black Sheep Bicycles I saw on Bike Rumor. As much as I like big wheels, I definitely need to throw a leg over this baby. Actually, I need to throw a leg over just about any bike right now, it's been nothing but music, trail-building and running for the last couple weeks.
'Dusters dive into the wormhole today for a week of rehearsing and preparation for our next studio album. We've got a short list of 30 tunes we're working through, arranging and recording over the next 8 days. It's interesting how a session like this really stokes the creative fires. If I had a New Years Resolution, it would be to spend more time creating original music, more time just simply making things up. It's the most challenging and most rewarding part of this "business" and it doesn't always get the attention it deserves.
So every day this week I have two 50 minute commutes and so far I've spent the entire thing on the phone, putting out fires and wishing people Happy New Year. Today I'll stay off the phone and let the brain spin, maybe some of these new tunes I'm working on will come together a little better before the demonstration period. My songwriting hero, Benny Galloway, always left the radio off. He'd put someone else behind the wheel of his F-250, sit shotgun, tell stories and let the mind roam. It was Burle's birthday a few days ago.
Seems a strange time to be thinking about the garden, but my window to get the sod cut and beds covered is shrinking. If I want to plant in April, I have to have these beds done before the baby arrives. I received a fantastic gardening book for Christmas, The Vegetable Gardners Bible and I can't stop devouring the info inside. Ed's deal is W.O.R.D. or Wide, Organic, Raised, and Deep and I dig it.
My one regret of my career is that it makes it really tough to stay on top of a food production operation. Keeping plants weeded, wet and trellised is a daily activity and I'll go weeks away from home in the summer. The key is deep healthy soil and if I don't get that sod turned and the beds double-dug by the end of January, I'm going to have a real uphill battle.
This year I see myself watching less television, drinking less (but of higher quality) spending more time outdoors with my hands in the dirt, more time in the kitchen with my hands in the sink, more time with a nose in a book or on a Google Document daydreaming and scheming. It's not a resolution, just a sense of my own subtle shifts in individual consciousness that will hopefully lead me toward a more productive and peaceful existence and ideally influence those around me. The most peaceful and content tend to be the least outspoken, the most troubled and upset make the most noise... maybe this is the root of our culture of fear. I think it's time for a culture of faith; in each other and in the cosmos. A smile, a deep breath, a vegetarian meal, an errand by bike, a simple meditation. These are the small changes that will add up to a brave new world.
What a year.
tried some new things, fell in love with a new place, made a new person.
What's in store? our child is on the way. new business plans. new music. definitely going to build a massive wooded pumptrack next fall/winter. epic shows. cyclocross and other bicycle related endeavors. more chainsaw. solo anyone?
A little Maiden's Prayer, compliments of Andy Hall
If you know me, you know I absolutely love cyclocross. Cyclocross is a fringe sport with it's roots in Belgium. Basically take a road bike, put knobby tires on it, and rip it around a multi-surface park for an hour at maximum capacity. Sven Nys is the greatest cyclocross racer that this world has ever seen. This weekend he put on a show in Zolder, absolutely crushing his main rival, World Champion Neils Albert in the laatste ronde (last lap). This is why they call him The General
In cyclocross, you ride the same short (2.5-3.5km) course over and over so you have multiple opportunities to master every section. At Zolder, it was raining, so the course conditions were constantly changing (deteriorating). The nastier the conditions, the trickier the sections, the better The General does. Here's a lap by lap breakdown of how he systematically experimented with one particularly dicey section. By the last, most important lap, he's got it dialed in and it's where he makes his break.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, this is what happens when you throw a beer cup at The General the day after. You better run, punk.
In honor of my newly launched website, I'm going to make another attempt at ressurecting this blog. For years it was focused primarily on single speed pursuits but as my world widens beyond just bikes with one speed it would follow that I would expand my focus. Trail building is my main outdoor pursuit these days as I dial in the 5k course here at The Concert and Campgrounds at Devils Backbone, also known as The Devils Playground. Running is no longer just a cross-training activity and a new chainsaw gets me more excited than a new bike (almost).
Our new home in the Rockfish Valley is the most inspiring place I've ever been. The 80+ acres here have fallen under my care as I slowly but deliberately lay out trails in the spaces between the fields and campgrounds. Raspberry bushes abound, a pumptrack is in order, the views are outstanding and as my neighbor up the road who manages a community-created home-built studio (MonkeyClaus) pointed out, like the Forbidden City, the valley is totally feng shui. Wintergreen Resort is just up the road and rumor has it they're making a major investment in downhill mountain biking (not to mention snowmaking).
I've also caught the farming bug and a sweet potato field and cold frames are part of the plan for 2013. 12/21/12 came and went and since then, everything is clicking into place. Indeed, we are entering the World of the Fifth Sun. I've never felt more empowered and as we're expecting our first child, a girl, in January, the timing couldn't be better.
So One Speed becomes High Country; a state of mind. Two becomes Three, fittingly the header photo of the blog is of Three Ridges, taken by Tommy Stafford from a spot not 100 yards from my front door. As I sit at my kitchen table, sipping an 8 Point IPA, the sounds and smells of my wife cooking it occurs to me life is good, love is everywhere, and in the words of my new favorite philosopher, Phil Robertson, I'm happy happy happy.
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