The Ugliest Cars...According to Matt

Ok...for the lack of better blogging material I've decided to quickly enlighten everyone on the ugliest cars on the road today (despite your own personal opinions):

#3 - The Hummer. Notice I didn't say HMMV (Highly Mobile, Multi-Wheeled, Vehicle) - this is what the military drives around and actually looks cool. What we've got on the consumer market today (as seen below) looks like a bloated whale only meant to flounder down Hollywood Blvd or Park Ave - can these things even go off-road?? Definitely a huge let-down from the "real deal."

#2 - The Aztec. What can I say about this thing? Who came up with the rear-end on this! U-G-L-Y

#1 - And now for the ugliest car on the road....the Scion! I hope I don't offend too many liberals, but this thing is UGLY!! You'll never convince me that this thing is "hip" or "trendy" - it's just UGLY.


Now that we've been so grieved to look at the top 3 offenders of the road, let's look at my dream vehicle...

The Jeep Cherokee
(not the Grand Cherokee, mind you)
Everybody say, "Ooooooo, Ahhhhhh."

It's a thing of beauty sporting its roof rack and off-road lift kit. This is a manly man's car. 'Nuff said. Oh, wait! I own one of these! Ok, so it needs a little money thrown at it to look like this. Maybe one of these days...

Meet Macy!

Well, I finally caved in and decided to get a dog for the family - actually I was really excited to get one, too! We "adopted" Macy (apparently you never use the word "bought" around pet lovers - big no-no as I found out) this Saturday from the "Adopt a Rescue Dog" program outside a local Petsmart store. She won our hearts immediately with her affection and gentleness with the girls. Her kennel-given name was "Marian" but we didn't think that was a good fit. She's some sort of Shepherd mix: not sure if she's got German Shepherd in her or maybe Dutch Shepherd - it's hard to tell. Any thoughts from the dog experts??

More to come on Macy later, but we wanted to get the pictures out for everyone to see. She has been a little slow in eating her new food, but once she gets adjusted to the new environment, we think she'll come around.

Zion Getaway

The guys in our church had been talking all summer about a guys' getaway.  Well, we finally made it happen.  Over the weekend of Sept. 27th, we all got kitchen passes and drove to Zion National Park, just northeast of St. George, UT, to enjoy some camping and hiking.

Angels' Landing Summit - Top Row (left to right): Neal, Mike, Alexander

Bottom: Myself, Sean, and Triston

Half of the guys in our group - the young whipper-snappers (Me, Triston, and Alexander) envisioned a woodsy, off-the-beaten-trail camp location.  The elders in our group had something a little more "homey" in mind.  Little did the young guys know that what they had in mind was a location next to showers, potties, a swimming pool (complete with wine and cheese sampling), picnic tables, and barbecue grills.  In fact, they were so excited about this location that they were willing to pay $40-some for it!  Down the road was a similar BLM campground, nice sandy ground, no fee, plenty of space to get away from other campers, etc...but no!  We camped in the $40 spot with neighbors within spitting distance (see picture below).  The elders won the day and trumped our desires for a somewhat-real camping experience.  I'm not bitter, but I DO think it's important to clarify what we mean by "camping" next time : )

Our Campsite

After we set-up camp, the first hike we decided on was Angels' Landing in the middle of the park.  The only way to get to the trailhead was to commute there via park bus.  This really was a spectacular hike (not that physically challenging, compared to a '14er hike) - especially once you made it to the half-way point and saw this vista.  The sheer cliff face on Angels' Landing's North side was spectacular!

Angels' Landing Summit taken from the Half-way Point

(Path goes up the Right Side)

The final pitch was an awesome hike!  It was sloping sandstone, so slippery and steep that the park has installed chain-link along the way for stability.

Mike and Triston on the Final Ridge to the Top 

We were up there at sunset - beautiful, breathtaking views.

Angels' Landing Panorama Looking South

The next day we hiked what was called the "Narrows."  This hike can be done one of two ways.  You can catch a shuttle all the way to the top and hike down the Narrows (a river that cuts through these incredible sandstone canyons) if you want a full 8 hours of hiking.  OR, you can start at the park-side and hike up, turning around when you've had enough.  We opted for the second option.  

Let me just say that this a VERY UNIQUE trail - unlike any other hike I've done.  There's really no elevation gain, but having to walk through a river 85% of the time, over slick river rock, takes more effort than you'd think.  The canyon walls were AMAZING!  I felt like a complete dwarf walking beside them.  I'd say the canyon walls towered, at times, thousands of feet above us!

The Narrows

More Narrows - A Golden Glow in the Canyon Half-Light

"In the Cleft of the Rock"

The Lord is my rock, my fortress

and my deliverer;

my God is my rock, in whom I

take refuge.

He is my shield and the horn of my salvation,

my stronghold.

I call to the Lord, who is worthy of praise,

and I am saved from my enemies.

(Psalm 18:2,3)

One strange thing I've noticed on our trips to Bryce Canyon and Zion is that I feel like I'm a foreigner in my own country.  The majority of the park visitors are European.  I've even had a chance to practice my German skills (which aren't that spectacular anymore).  Where are all the Americans??  Too lazy to get off their sofas and enjoy God's creation?  Get outdoors, America!

We left Sunday night after our Narrows hike, and drove back to Vegas - arriving around 9:00.  We stopped at Cracker Barrel in St. George for some eats and I asked, "What are your vegetarian options?"... DUMB question.  "Do you have any beer?"...DUMB question #2.  Again, I'm a stranger in a strange land - an alien in this world : )  

What an awesome time we had!  It's starting to get cool here in the desert, so I think our winter expeditions will consist of Red Rock Park hiking, here in Vegas.  It was great getting away with the church guys and having some "male bonding."  No we didn't have to drink beer to have fun; the sweet fellowship of other Christians and the brotherhood we have in Jesus were enough to make this trip one I'll never forget.

Castle Peak / Conundrum Peak Hike (#18 and #19)

What an amazing summer for hiking! A couple weeks after our journey up Shavano and Tabegauche, Graham and I decided to attempt Castle and Conundrum Peaks - another dynamic duo in the Elk Range that are both doable in one day. These two peaks are accessed from the Castle Peak Trailhead just south of Aspen. We arrived in Aspen on Sep 20th, about 5:30 am after having left Graham's house in Grand Junction at 3:30. Castle Creek road took us from Aspen's west side to Forest Road 102. If you remember from my last blog, Animal (a pet name for my '98 Jeep Cherokee) didn't get a workout on the last fourteener expedition, but today was different! This was an awesome Jeep trail complete with a nice river crossing. I was a little worried about the river since I'd read a trip report on 14ers.com about a Jeep Commander getting stuck in the same spot. I made sure to keep my speed up as I crossed, and we made it over, no problems. Graham got a pic that I "photo-shopped" a little to re-live the event.

My Jeep Crossing Castle Creek (Sep '08)

You can take this jeep trail all the way to 12,800', but the 14'er purest likes to hike at least 3000' of elevation to call it a complete climb. If you look close, you can see somebody drove it all the way to the top and parked their truck there.

Castle Jeep Trail - Parking at 12,800' (Far Left)

In that spirit, we parked as close to 11k' as we could estimate (a GPS or altimeter would have been nice here) and hiked the rest of the way. What a beautiful hike! To top it off, somebody had placed a cross on one particular switchback around 12,000'. What a great way to start a day of hiking - a reminder that God was with us and watching over our every step.

Praise the Lord!

We made it to the end of the jeep trail (12.8k) and were faced with a decision: continue directly into Montezuma Basin via the standard "Northeast Ridge Trail" or try the variation to the Northeast Ridge route. The variation takes you directly up the ridge all the way from the 12.8k parking. This piqued our interest as the terrain looked more challenging and guaranteed fewer crowds. The variation is seen behind Graham in this picture. Gerry Roach (author of Colorado's Fourteeners Guidebook) suggested staying south of the Buttress (the large rock seen just right of Graham's head).

Graham and the Northeast Ridge Variation Route

The route around the buttress was alot of fun! It required several pitches of hand-over-hand scrambling with the snow making footing somewhat tricky in spots. It was an exciting change from the standard, flat-trail hiking.

Matt on Castle Peak's Northeast Ridge

Once you make it to the intersection of where the variation and the standard route meet, you get a breathtaking view of Castle's summit and the saddle between Castle and Conundrum. The rest of the trail from here to Castle's summit was both mine and Graham's favorite part of the hike.

Graham and Castle Peak in the Background

Castle Peak (left) and the Ridge between Castle and Conundrum (right)

We met some neat people on top of Castle, but it was starting to get frigid! There were some snow flurries beginning and it was only 10:00! The weather improved as we hiked from Castle to Conundrum, and we were encouraged that the clouds approaching from the west were relatively moisture-less and NOT building like a typical thunderhead. We ate some lunch on top, swapped some stories with the other 4 or so people that were there, and started over to Conundrum. The picture below was taken by an electrical engineer who lived in Evergreen.

Graham and I on Top of Castle Peak (14,265')

The ridge over to Conundrum was a little tricky because a thin glaze of snow made the rocks very slippery. The views were great to the west (you could see the Maroon Bells, Snowmass Mountain, Pyramid, and Capitol Peaks - all 14ers). We hiked the majority of the ridge with the electrical engineer (I think his name was Shawn). The traverse to Conundrum took us about 45 minutes. The summit of Conundrum was fairly tiny compared to most but the view was, again - INCREDIBLE! Being on the mountain top totally restores my soul - a Rocky Mountain "high" I don't get from anything else. And being with my Brother makes it all the more awesome!

Graham on Conundrum Peak (14,060') with Castle Peak in the Background

There were two options for getting down off the peaks - one was to hike the ridge back to Castle Peak and descend via the route we came up. The much more interesting option, though, was the one we opted for. This involved hiking down to the low point of the saddle between the two peaks and descending a large snow field that drops you into the heart of Montezuma Basin. Unfortunately, I didn't come prepared to glissade (a technique of dawning snow pants, and sliding down a snow slope - oodles of fun!) This is best accomplished with waterproof pants (which I didn't have) and an ice axe for braking action (another tool I didn't have).

The Snow Slope above Montezuma Basin

There's an amazing alpine lake in the middle of the basin that looks like it's collapsing from erosion.

Montezuma Basin Lake

After a fun hike/slide down the snow slope, we started walking around the outer perimeter of the lake. This was when I got the next thrill of an already great day. All of a sudden I collapsed up to my armpits in a snow hole! What a blast! I know...I wouldn't be saying the same thing if it had been 20 feet deep; but I definitely felt like more of a mountaineer after this day was over!

Up to my Armpits in Fun!

From this point we descended another large snow slope which spit us back out at the 12,800' parking area. We hiked the jeep trail the rest of the way to our car at 11k' and called it a day. I must say that the one disappointment of the day was the jeep trail hike back down. Because you can drive up so far, alot of non-hiking types were tearing up and down the trail with their four-wheelers, motorcycles, and 4-wheel drive vehicles. It sort-of ruined the serenity of it all - having to listen to the obnoxious noise and breathe the nasty exhaust. Yeah, I'm sure it's fun if you're the one riding, but have a little consideration for the peace of the high country, huh!?

After we were off the mountain, we found a little pub in downtown Carbondale and chowed down some Nachos and beer - a pretty tasty combo after a long day of hiking, don't ya think? We drove McClure Pass back over to Delta and then on to Montrose where we met our families for a deli dinner. What a day! Thanks God! And thanks Graham for the camaraderie! This year's 14'er window has pretty much closed, but I can't wait for next summer when we can do it all again on another undiscovered peak!


COMING SOON: 27-28 Sept, Zion National Park, Camping Expedition

Mt. Shavano / Tabequache Peak Hike (#16 and #17)

What a summer! I'm not sure I've EVER climbed 4 Colorado 14'ers in one summer, but God was gracious and allowed me to do just that this year. What an awesome time I had exploring the high country with my friends and family.

I'm sorry if I bore you, but this blog is a perfect opportunity for me to chronicle my 14'er expeditions so that I can reflect on them for years to come and maybe pass down some tricks-of-the-trail for the next generation.

My dad, brother-in-law Graham, and I jumped out of bed (OK...sort of rolled-out) at 0300 on September 6th and drove to an intersection just east of Monarch pass where we met up with Graham's old friend, Ray Cameron.

The Stalwart Crew

Our goal? - climb Mt. Shavano and Tabeguache Peak, 14'ers located at the south end of the Sawatch range in central Colorado. The road that led from the main highway to the trailhead (Angel of Shavano) was paved and short. I was sort-of hoping to give my Jeep Cherokee a workout, but alas...it wasn't meant to be.

Let me just mention that I noticed a lot of spiritual parallels from this hike, one main lesson in particular: Many people muddle around in life without God because they work from the wrong assumptions (i.e. people are basically good by nature, we all evolved from single cell organisms, etc.). If you don't start with the right assumptions - the TRUTH (we are created by God, for God, sinful from birth, in need of forgiveness and redemption - everything the Bible teaches), nothing will ever make sense in life. Well the same applies to hiking! If you start at the wrong trailhead, none of the topo and trail maps make a lot of sense! And you'll spend a lot of time trying to figure out why you're not gaining any ground in life. Yes, we missed the trailhead from the very get-go. The trail we intended to take was a seasonal route up the face of Mt. Shavano that resembles an angel with arms uplifted - that is, if there's snow on the ground. No snow yet in September, so we missed the whole thing. We spent an extra hour thinking we were on the right trail when we were really just on the Colorado Trail - which is beautiful, don't get me wrong! Aspen forests like this are my idea of heaven-on-earth, along with the mountain-top experiences. And the mountain-top called us ever onward and upward.

The Lowland Trek

After we finally started up a marked trail (it turned out to be the Blank Gulch Trailhead) the elevation started to rise markedly. The Blank Gulch TH starts at 9,800'. Let me say that I really hand it to my dad for sticking this whole hike out. As you can see from the picture below he started losing some steam before we got to treeline (He still had a sense of humor at this point, which really meant he wasn't that tired yet).

Not Even to Treeline Yet, Dad!

Once we reached timberline, it was a beautiful, vista-filled hike along the SE face of Shavano to a saddle at 13,330'. We were a little wary of reaching this point in our ascent since several parties had already turned around before reaching the summit and reported that the winds from the saddle up to the peak were "gale-force" and "too strong to contend with." We figured that arriving a little later may have given the winds a chance to calm down a bit. We also prayed for a break in the gusts. Again - God was good and gave us a slight reprieve upon reaching the saddle. The winds were still howling, but nothing we couldn't handle for the short term.

Ray and the 13,330' Saddle between Shavano and Espirit Point

Shortly after reaching the saddle, we realized that if we wanted a chance to summit the second peak (Tabeguache) and make it back down before nightfall, we would have to go ahead of dad, summit Shavano, and race over to Tabeguache (this required hiking BACK OVER Shavano after Tabeguache, in order to take the trail back down). We gave dad a cell phone and let him work the last 900' at his own pace. He did GREAT, as we found out later...took it step by step, and made it to the top like a real pro.

Graham and Matt on Mt. Shavano (14,229')

After a couple-hundred yards enroute to Tabegauche, Ray started getting a headache and feeling light-headed. He wisely decided to abort the second peak and hike back to Shavano where my dad would be waiting. We told them to start hiking back down the mountain together, and that Graham and I would meet up with them after we summited Tabeguache.

It took Graham and I about 1 hour to make it over to Tabegauche. The hike was fairly easy except for the opportunity for sprained ankles. The trail in between the two peaks involved a lot of jumping from large-boulder to large-boulder. Below is a pic of Graham and I on Tabeguache with Shavano in the background (looking SE).

Graham and Matt on Tabeguache Pk. (14,155')

After traversing the 13,700' saddle again between Tabegauche and Shavano, we summited Shavano a 2nd time before the descent. By this point we were getting tired and wanted to meet back up with the other guys. We were receiving text messages from Ray informing us where they were and that they were OK - good news! Finally about 1 mile before we reached the car, we intercepted Ray and my dad. They looked about as beat as we felt!

We finally made it back to the vehicles where we had one more good laugh about our bad mountaineering from the start, and then parted ways with Ray. Graham and I had been dreaming about a nice cold beer and some grub in Gunnison before we headed back to Montrose. We found a nice little hole-in-the-wall restaurant in downtown Gunnison and had our fill.

Graham couldn't finish his beer - he must have been tired!!

Where I Belong

Don't give me some BUGGY, EASTERN forest...

This is where I belong...

I belong on the mountaintop with my Dad...

And here...in the solitude of a 13000', alpine meadow by myself...

And here with my family...

You ask me who I am? This is about as close as I'll get to answering that question. Let me add the MOST important part -

These Boots are Made for Hikin'...

...and that's just what they'll do!

I'm getting really excited about our trip to Colorado starting Labor Day weekend. My brother-in-law and I made plans to explore another '14er in the Colorado wilderness while I'm there. For those of you who aren't familiar with the term, "14ers" refer to Colorado's mountain peaks that exceed a 14'000 ft elevation. There are around 54 of them in the state (can't remember the exact number) and the experience of God's beauty, the physical exertion, the whole package, make it a hobby that I can't get enough of...OK maybe my 32 yr old body needs a few days rest in between the hikes. It's been too long since I hiked my last 14er, and the Nevada desert has got me thirstin' for another one.

Anyway, I spent my birthday money at REI on this pair of hiking boots. Thank you everyone!! They are SO much better than my old ones - they fit better and weigh less. I'm convinced that my old ones were designed for hiking from Alaska to San Diego with a 50 lb pack on my back - much more shoe than I needed for a short day hike. As you can see, they are Asolo, which was the same brand as my last pair. They're great quality boots!

The last time I remember being so excited about boots was the summer before I started the Air Force Academy. I wore them everywhere (even hiked them down into the Black Canyon with Paul Sigafus) so that I could break them in before the next four, long, wearisome years began. VERY long, VERY wearisome years....ANYWAY, my intent is to do the same with these boots in the next two weeks before they take their maiden 14er voyage! I wonder what my boss would say if I wore them to work with khakis - I already talked him into a goatee! Maybe I shouldn't push my luck, huh!?

Graham...which peak are we going to hike!

What's In a Name?

I know it's been a long time since I've posted on here, but I'm excited to have a chance to sit and reflect on the last couple months.

I can't pass up this opportunity to share a story with you. At the end of July, I traveled to southwest Iowa to attend a funeral for my Grand-Uncle...is that the right terminology for my Grandpa's brother? Anyway...it was a wonderful time of fellowship with some family members that I hadn't seen in eons, and it was a wonderful celebration of Uncle Carl's life.

Sometimes along the road of mourning and sadness, God gives us little bits of humor in places we least expect. The sleepy little hollow of Hamburg, Iowa (not so sleepy anymore for reasons not mentioned here) was one such place during this trip. We were driving into Hamburg (population 1,240) on the last day of our trip when a particular restaurant caught my eye.

Yep...that's right. "Ye Ole Yack-N-Snack." Now most people probably identify the word "yack" with talking alot, but I came from an upbringing where the word had a double meaning. Not to turn the blog sour, but when I was a kid we had a dog named Dagwood. In our family, the word "yack" referred to Dagwood's action of vomiting after eating something digestively challenging. With that in mind, you can see how I got quite a chuckle from the name of the joint. Needless to say, I wasn't tempted to eat there : ) Maybe an even better name would have been "Ye Ole' Snack-N-Yack!"

We decided to park across the street from the restaurant at an old-fashion, soda-fountain drug store. I love drug stores that hold onto this tradition - especially Jay Drug in Shenandoah, IA. As we were heading in to order up a cold treat, I noticed the name of the drug store...Remember, this is right across the street from the Yack Shack.


God bless my Grandma who was with us, but we had to explain the humor of the name to her. I guess it's a sign of our times, huh!? I'm sure this drug store has been in business in Hamburg for a long time, but never had I taken notice of it, or the irony of it's name.

I've got to hand it to Hamburg, IA for creativity - whether it was intentional or not on their part. I sure got a good laugh!

Bryce Canyon or Bust!

I had a hankerin' for campin' last weekend. I'd read on Paul Parsons' blogsite that Utah's Bryce Canyon was one of his favorite Western hiking locales.  I had to check it out.  After rounding-up a posse from our home church (a subject for a later blog), we headed out in search of the famous "hoodoos." Yep...you heard me right - hoodoos. Where the National Park Service came up with this name, I don't know. It refers to the natural rock formations that we spent the weekend hiking around which continually point and give glory to the One who formed them - amazing!


The "Band of Brothers" from left to right: Alexander, Myself, Neal (my Co-worker and roommate in Iraq), and Triston (all guys from our home church).

Our humble campsite - it doesn't get much better than steaks right off the camp grill:

We had an AWESOME time worshiping together Sunday morning and even had a fellow worshiper (a Stellar's Jay) join us for some Bible reading and praise music!

Alexander, Myself, and Neal.

"One thing I ask of the Lord,
this is what I seek:
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord
and to seek him in His temple.
For in the day of trouble
he will keep me safe in His dwelling;
He will hide me in the shelter of His tabernacle
and set me high upon a rock." - Psalm 27:4-5

A World Without Cancer

***  ATTENTION ***

IF YOU OR A FRIEND ARE DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER, YOU NEED TO READ THIS BOOK BEFORE STARTING CHEMOTHERAPY OR RADIATION TREATMENT

I'm almost finished with a book that has completely turned my world upside-down!  It's called "A World Without Cancer."  Written by a terrific research author named G. Edward Griffin, the book analyzes Vitamin B17, otherwise known as Laetrile.  A short summary would almost do the book injustice, but all I can say is that it's a MUST READ for everyone in our culture!  Griffin shows among other things that 

1) cancer is a result of a vitamin deficiency , Vitamin B17, and a poor diet in general - similar to scurvy and a lack of Vitamin C, 

2)  the treatment of cancer patients with Laetrile has proven to be far more successful than any chemo / radiation treatment, and 

3) numerous lab tests of Laetrile in the 60's and 70's were covered-up by big business cancer institutes and even the FDA itself (this sounds like something out of "This Present Darkness" or something!).  

Unfortunately, our country has made Laetrile illegal, calling it too toxic; but doctors in Europe, Mexico, and other countries administer it and laud it for its outstanding track record of killing cancer cells.  The book talks about the politics that led our country to eventually banning it and our public's complete lack of knowledge concerning this natural remedy.  

You've got to read this book!  If you don't want to spend the money to buy the book, let me know and I'll gladly get it for you as a gift - this is revolutionary!  Online searches for "Laetrile" or "Vitamin B17" will yield a plethora of great results.

Matt's Unfortunate Morph

After reading my sister's last blog, I thought it would be fun to try this trendy website that accesses some computer database and tells me which superstar I most resemble.  

Little did I know that the results would be such as they were.  After I found my courage again, I tried a couple more pictures:  suffice it to say that out of 3 total attempts, I got turned into a girl on two of them and into Vince Vaughn on the last one.

To quote her Wikipedia biography:

"She stated in People magazine that she lost her virginity at the age of 14," and

"She was featured in ads for Bongo jeans, and has appeared in Seventeen, Teen People, Teen Vogue, Rolling Stone, Blender, and GQ.  In 2006, Maxim named her #23 on its annual 'HOT 100' List."   

...Just thought you'd like to know.

MyHeritage: Family tree - Genealogy - Celeb

What's In a Song?

Have you ever listened to any songs from Andrew Peterson, an emergent Christian singer/songwriter?  If you haven't, you NEED TO!

If you're a fan of downloading singles from iTunes, like me, I suggest starting out with his song, "For the Love of God," from the "Far Country" album.  To me, this song is SO beautiful with its mellow harmony of guitars and its simple message of love.

My favorite line is toward the end when it says,

"Now love is not a feeling in your chest,

It is bending down to wash another's feet,

It is faithful when the sun is in the West,

And in the East.

It can hurt you as it holds you,

In it's overwhelming flood,

Till only the unshakeable is left,

This new command I give you, He said,

Love as I have loved,

So Brother love her better than yourself,

And give her your heart....

For the love of God

In the name of Jesus,

The Groom who gave His life to love His Bride."

Can you think of any more beautiful lyrics??  This about does it for me every time I hear it...tears, I mean.  I admit that I fall way short of loving Becky the way I'm called to love her.  How often have I come home from work and not shown her or my daughters the kind of selfless love that "bends down to wash their feet," or lend a helping hand.  I have a long way to go, and I pray that God will help me grow in the way I show selfless love to them.

When I think of faithful love in my life, 3 people immediately come to mind:

-  My parents 

-  Rebecca

-  Jesus

Of course, Jesus' love is perfect.  He is the Groom that loved so deeply that He died for you and me.  Even while we were His enemies, He died for us!  Thank God that we who believe are called His Bride, soon to be presented spotless and white before Him for all eternity...an eternity of perfect love and communion with the One who knows us better than we know ourselves - the Lover of our souls!

A Mammoth-Sized Adventure

Let me admit that Vegas has disappointed me when it comes to skiing and fly-fishing. I admit with Paul Parsons that I am a spoiled Western Coloradoan - having grow up within one hour of Telluride - one of the best resorts our country has to offer. So when people invite me to ski a local, one-run resort...or go 3 hours to a rinky-dink Utah resort (Brianhead), my spoiled, Colorado upbringing emerges. In fact, I've steered clear of both of these slopes. The closest resort that can hold a candle to Telluride is Mammoth in Eastern CA. It's about a 4.5 hour drive from Vegas...but the flight time, of course, is much shorter. I'm blessed to know a couple guys who are not only great friends, but are very active skiers and flying club members. Yesterday, I was invited to fly with my friends, "Chili" (Jim) and Jeremy, to Mammoth Mountain for a day of fun-in-the-snow.
This is, hands-down, the way to do skiing! We took off from Vegas by 0630 and were on the slopes shortly after the mountain opened. Mammoth is a great mountain with some buena vistas. Yesterday was SO BEAUTIFUL!...and because it was so warm, I actually took my fleece off underneath my shell. Here we are at the top of the mountain, ready for the third run of the day.

I'm convicted that I have not lived up to the name of this blog with any of my posts yet, so in the interest of time, after a terrific day of skiing, we took a taxi back to the airport and launched off to the SE to arrive back in Vegas by 5:30 yesterday evening - enough time to read a couple books to my girls and help get them ready for bed. It was an awesome day - not one I plan on doing very often as aviation gas and airplane rental fees get very costly (California lift tickets ain't cheap either). On our way home, I was content to leave my interest for flying behind and collapse in the back seat of the Cherokee Six airplane to rest my weary back and legs.

I didn't think 31 was supposed to feel this old! Regardless, I can't wait for my next Mammoth-sized day adventure!