Been to Bend? – Monday and Tuesday April 6-7. 2009
We arrived in Bend on the 6th and found a tent site on the way into town at Tomalo State Park along the rip roaring Deschutes River. They have cute little Yurts for 30 bucks a night but no - we wanted to brave our coldest night yet in a tent at 31 degrees. Luckily the campground had super hot solar showers and wasn’t far to a Starbucks that I could cozy up to a Latte at the next morning while Patti made some stock trades. Anyway, we quickly set up camp and headed downtown to find the Bend Brewing Co. to catch the NCAA final. Careful if you go there - The Black Jack Porter is 10% ABV! And wouldn’t you know, what had to be one of the nicest locals in town, sits down right next to us at the bar. He also just happens to be a bike ridding, fly fishing, powder hound who’s a partner at a Bend money management firm and enjoys good conversation. A perfect One Night STAN. For two hours we talked story with Loren Gard about our Radical Sabbatical, the world financial market and Bend’s local economy before getting into the best Mtn. Bike trails and steelhead streams within striking distance. Loren – Thank You for the Smith Rock Tip! Smith Rock SP, about 15 miles north of Bend, was on of the coolest state parks that I’ve been and was well worth the detour from our route. He recommended it because it had nice trails, some interesting geological features supporting good climbing and was drier there and more rideable this time of year. But Wow! - what I didn’t expect was the magnitude of the rock spires dripping with world class climbers on belay, and a beautiful river at the foot of the cliffs with a perfect MB contour trail meandering along its edges through the canyon. My much missed bike’n buddies from Kauai would have been impressed. We had a good hour and a half ride, took a few pics for our Blog and soaked up the scenery for a while before hoping back in our truck and heading on down the road. Of course we took another “Over the River and Through the Woods Oregon Scenic Byway” that was the route for the first Trans American Automobile Rally on Hwy 20 along the Santiam River across the mountains to Corvalis. We called our friend Bryan, an OSU BEAV, now in NYC, along the way for a quick recommendation on a place to eat dinner in the great little college town - Corvalis. Thanks Bry - the eats were good, cheap and quick but the day was short so we couldn’t stay long and started the two hour drive to our next destination - the Hawthorne House Hostel in Portland. Should be interesting because we are both hostel virgins.
Monday, April 13, 2009
One Night Stans
Sun Valley, Idaho 4/4/09
That’s what we’ve decided to call all of the good people we meet and get to know for a single day along our way. Their locations, backgrounds and occupations have been as interesting and varied as the stories they tell and local advice they give. And I hope that they are all as nice as the ones we’ve met so far.
At the famed Sun Valley Pioneer Salon it was Tuck the IT guy, his sister Wendy, and their local friends - Mikey, a woman’s Skijouring Champ and her husband and a Semi Pro Hockey player from Latvia who is now a house painter in Sun Valley. Actually, I should tell you that we hadn’t even planned to go to Sun Valley. On Saturday April 4th we stopped for gas in Twin Falls, Idaho on our way from Salt Lake City to Boise, glanced at the map, looked at each other and said – you know – we are dangerously close to Sun Valley. Let’s Go! Patti searched for and found us a cute little hotel on her laptop in the car as I drove the 75 mile detour to the north. My secret personal motive was to find Demi Moore, my Roswell New Mexico Jr. High classmate and puppy love crush, and see if she would remember or recognize me at all. Before we headed to the local’s favorite hangout I flipped up my collar, put on my best smell good, trimmed up my new goatee, and reminded Patti that Demi likes Bad Boys you know. We had a blast with our new friends but unfortunately the closest I got to bumping into Demi was at the Pioneer Saloon where Tuck told us a funny story about a fender bender that he was in where the passenger, Ashton Kutcher, got out of the car all upset as he stood there looking at the damage in his full length fur coat. At least I met someone in a bar that ran into a dude that was driving the guy that is married to a famous person I once knew. Maybe some other time and place Demi.
The next day we had a classic blue bird spring ski day at Sun Valley. Afterward we relaxed in a cushy leather sofa by the fire in one of their fancy ski lodges with travertine bathrooms and real cobble stone veneers as we dined in our homemade PB&J’s. Hope I didn’t get any jelly anywhere. We decided to split at about 3 p.m. and headed north out of town toward Stanley, Idaho along one of the state’s scenic byways that passes through stunning snow blanket covered hills and mtn passes. We followed the beautiful Payette River for over a hundred miles as we continued through the steep rocky canyons with hot springs spilling into the river near Lowman, Idaho – the scene of a massive fire storm in 1989 that still renders the region with treeless mtn. tops. From Lowman we continued on to our next first rate romance low rent rendezvous near the Snake River at the Ontario, Oregon Motel 6. The day’s mountainous trek was a decidedly much better route than heading south from SV back through the desert to I-70.
The next day, April 6th, we headed out of Ontario west along the scenic byway 26 to Bend, Oregon - another of our favorite towns in the west that could be a top candidate for future permanent relocation. Ever Been to Bend?
That’s what we’ve decided to call all of the good people we meet and get to know for a single day along our way. Their locations, backgrounds and occupations have been as interesting and varied as the stories they tell and local advice they give. And I hope that they are all as nice as the ones we’ve met so far.
At the famed Sun Valley Pioneer Salon it was Tuck the IT guy, his sister Wendy, and their local friends - Mikey, a woman’s Skijouring Champ and her husband and a Semi Pro Hockey player from Latvia who is now a house painter in Sun Valley. Actually, I should tell you that we hadn’t even planned to go to Sun Valley. On Saturday April 4th we stopped for gas in Twin Falls, Idaho on our way from Salt Lake City to Boise, glanced at the map, looked at each other and said – you know – we are dangerously close to Sun Valley. Let’s Go! Patti searched for and found us a cute little hotel on her laptop in the car as I drove the 75 mile detour to the north. My secret personal motive was to find Demi Moore, my Roswell New Mexico Jr. High classmate and puppy love crush, and see if she would remember or recognize me at all. Before we headed to the local’s favorite hangout I flipped up my collar, put on my best smell good, trimmed up my new goatee, and reminded Patti that Demi likes Bad Boys you know. We had a blast with our new friends but unfortunately the closest I got to bumping into Demi was at the Pioneer Saloon where Tuck told us a funny story about a fender bender that he was in where the passenger, Ashton Kutcher, got out of the car all upset as he stood there looking at the damage in his full length fur coat. At least I met someone in a bar that ran into a dude that was driving the guy that is married to a famous person I once knew. Maybe some other time and place Demi.
The next day we had a classic blue bird spring ski day at Sun Valley. Afterward we relaxed in a cushy leather sofa by the fire in one of their fancy ski lodges with travertine bathrooms and real cobble stone veneers as we dined in our homemade PB&J’s. Hope I didn’t get any jelly anywhere. We decided to split at about 3 p.m. and headed north out of town toward Stanley, Idaho along one of the state’s scenic byways that passes through stunning snow blanket covered hills and mtn passes. We followed the beautiful Payette River for over a hundred miles as we continued through the steep rocky canyons with hot springs spilling into the river near Lowman, Idaho – the scene of a massive fire storm in 1989 that still renders the region with treeless mtn. tops. From Lowman we continued on to our next first rate romance low rent rendezvous near the Snake River at the Ontario, Oregon Motel 6. The day’s mountainous trek was a decidedly much better route than heading south from SV back through the desert to I-70.
The next day, April 6th, we headed out of Ontario west along the scenic byway 26 to Bend, Oregon - another of our favorite towns in the west that could be a top candidate for future permanent relocation. Ever Been to Bend?
Got Moab
Got Moab? – April 1st
We peeled off of I-70 heading west out of Colorado and turned south down Utah’s scenic Byway 128 toward Moab. The road slowly descends into the red rock region of southern Utah and suddenly finds the banks of the Colorado River as they both cut deeper through the desert canyon. It was a terrific 30 mile drive with late afternoon sun all to the sound track of the Latina CD our Kauai friends Sandy and Melissa gave us. Perfect! Of course I had to stop along the way, actually around almost ever corner, whenever the vantage point afforded a glimpse of the nearby snow capped mountains contrasting as a background to the red rock walls. It not only felt good to be back in the desert, it somehow feels right to both Patti and me. Minimalistic but rich – soft but bold.
We arrived in Moab and cruised up and down the main drag to check out the eats before stopping at the Moab Brew Pub for a quick bit. Anyplace where almost every vehicle has either mtn. bikes, kayaks or quads behind them has a pretty cool vibe. I’m talking about the whole town not just at the restaurant.
It was pretty much dark by the time we arrived at the Arch View campground about 8 miles north of Moab and rented the last mini cabin they had. It was small but Patti was happy because it had its own private bathroom & shower. The next morning we noticed that our little cabin was pretty much in between the entrances to the Canyonlands and Arches National Parks. So we decided to tour the Canyonlands first. . It was kind of cold and breezy so we only took a few short hikes and stopped at the scenic view points. You’ll see the pictures of the unbelievable panoramic views of multi layered canyons from atop the high mesa that the park road follows. We definitely want to return to 4-wheel or mtn. bike the entire White Rim Road - a dirt road that follows the white rimmed edge of the lower canyon escarpment for about 100 miles. Very Cool.
We headed back into town to look around a little more and stopped at the local used book store. After reading A Walk In The Woods by Bill Bryson, an excellent recommendation by my Seattle friends Kim & Eric. I’m on this wilderness and travel reading kick and wanted to look for Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey suggested by our friend Tammy on Kauai. I found the book and the first page of the author’s intro described that the book was about what he discovered on a job as a seasonal park ranger in Moab’s Arches NP that he started on April 1st. It was April 1st and I was in Moab – I bought the book. We then hopped on our bikes and went for a short ride along a new riverside path that took us through town, by the community gardens, next to the park and connected to several neighborhoods. It’s nice to see so many bike paths, lanes and riders in such a small town.
My brother Jaime and his wife Bev were going to be passing through Moab that evening and invited us to stay with them in their RV so we recommended the Arch View CG. Actually he has a 30’ 5th wheel toy hauler that sleeps 8 and has a Polaris Razor side-by-side quad in the back. My toy hauler is a truck with a bike rack. They had to keep rolling towards home the next day so we had breakfast with them. They took off and Patti and I headed to the famed Slick Rock Mtn. bike trail just on the edge of town. Wow what a crazy place. Unlike anything we’ve ever ridden on before. It’s like an endless playground of smooth petrified sand dunes with no dust, no mud and just a single white dashed line to delineate the circuitous looped route. It definitely had some areas too steep for both of us and it was a little too technical in a few spots for Patti but by the time we finished the first loop she couldn’t wait to do it again. We were out there for about 3 hrs. and met a few other couples on the trail that were about the same level as us, shared in taking pictures of each other and had a blast on an awesome warm sunny day.
We decided to go back up to Canyonlands NP to see and photograph Mesa Arch. This arch is the subject of one of photographer Peter Lik’s most famous shots and I wanted to see how close I could get to recreating his photo. The sun was out and about an hour from setting so it would be perfect but I wasn’t sure which way the arch faced. We made the long drive and the 1 mile hike to the arch in plenty of time for the right lighting but the arch faced east and needed to be photographed at sun rise. Oh well , we took some shots anyway and then headed back to town but took a dirt road short cut called Shaffer Road. Wooo – this is a 30 mile switch back, hairpin turn road that basically drops off of a 2000 ft. red rock cliff down to the Colorado River valley. If you take it from the bottom it’s called Potash Road – thanks for the tip Brydog. How they built this road is beyond me but it was one of the highlights of the trip.
We rolled back into town in the dark, dirty, dusty and tired and grabbed a tent site at a CP in town and made a gulosh dinner beside the tent. The next morning we visited with our camp neighbor – a Salmon River Tour Co owner from McCall, Idaho on vacation with his family. He was also a ski patrol at Tamarack outside of McCall but said the ski area was in foreclosure and shut down. I wonder how many more might follow. I said he was trying to sell his River Guide Co. – Hmmmm.
Our last day was spent at Arches National Park on a few short hikes to see the sites and take a few pics of the really unbelievable rock formations. It was a great way to end our stay in Moab – probably our favorite spot so far. I guess you could say that we both have ‘Got Moab’ on the brain.
We peeled off of I-70 heading west out of Colorado and turned south down Utah’s scenic Byway 128 toward Moab. The road slowly descends into the red rock region of southern Utah and suddenly finds the banks of the Colorado River as they both cut deeper through the desert canyon. It was a terrific 30 mile drive with late afternoon sun all to the sound track of the Latina CD our Kauai friends Sandy and Melissa gave us. Perfect! Of course I had to stop along the way, actually around almost ever corner, whenever the vantage point afforded a glimpse of the nearby snow capped mountains contrasting as a background to the red rock walls. It not only felt good to be back in the desert, it somehow feels right to both Patti and me. Minimalistic but rich – soft but bold.
We arrived in Moab and cruised up and down the main drag to check out the eats before stopping at the Moab Brew Pub for a quick bit. Anyplace where almost every vehicle has either mtn. bikes, kayaks or quads behind them has a pretty cool vibe. I’m talking about the whole town not just at the restaurant.
It was pretty much dark by the time we arrived at the Arch View campground about 8 miles north of Moab and rented the last mini cabin they had. It was small but Patti was happy because it had its own private bathroom & shower. The next morning we noticed that our little cabin was pretty much in between the entrances to the Canyonlands and Arches National Parks. So we decided to tour the Canyonlands first. . It was kind of cold and breezy so we only took a few short hikes and stopped at the scenic view points. You’ll see the pictures of the unbelievable panoramic views of multi layered canyons from atop the high mesa that the park road follows. We definitely want to return to 4-wheel or mtn. bike the entire White Rim Road - a dirt road that follows the white rimmed edge of the lower canyon escarpment for about 100 miles. Very Cool.
We headed back into town to look around a little more and stopped at the local used book store. After reading A Walk In The Woods by Bill Bryson, an excellent recommendation by my Seattle friends Kim & Eric. I’m on this wilderness and travel reading kick and wanted to look for Desert Solitaire by Edward Abbey suggested by our friend Tammy on Kauai. I found the book and the first page of the author’s intro described that the book was about what he discovered on a job as a seasonal park ranger in Moab’s Arches NP that he started on April 1st. It was April 1st and I was in Moab – I bought the book. We then hopped on our bikes and went for a short ride along a new riverside path that took us through town, by the community gardens, next to the park and connected to several neighborhoods. It’s nice to see so many bike paths, lanes and riders in such a small town.
My brother Jaime and his wife Bev were going to be passing through Moab that evening and invited us to stay with them in their RV so we recommended the Arch View CG. Actually he has a 30’ 5th wheel toy hauler that sleeps 8 and has a Polaris Razor side-by-side quad in the back. My toy hauler is a truck with a bike rack. They had to keep rolling towards home the next day so we had breakfast with them. They took off and Patti and I headed to the famed Slick Rock Mtn. bike trail just on the edge of town. Wow what a crazy place. Unlike anything we’ve ever ridden on before. It’s like an endless playground of smooth petrified sand dunes with no dust, no mud and just a single white dashed line to delineate the circuitous looped route. It definitely had some areas too steep for both of us and it was a little too technical in a few spots for Patti but by the time we finished the first loop she couldn’t wait to do it again. We were out there for about 3 hrs. and met a few other couples on the trail that were about the same level as us, shared in taking pictures of each other and had a blast on an awesome warm sunny day.
We decided to go back up to Canyonlands NP to see and photograph Mesa Arch. This arch is the subject of one of photographer Peter Lik’s most famous shots and I wanted to see how close I could get to recreating his photo. The sun was out and about an hour from setting so it would be perfect but I wasn’t sure which way the arch faced. We made the long drive and the 1 mile hike to the arch in plenty of time for the right lighting but the arch faced east and needed to be photographed at sun rise. Oh well , we took some shots anyway and then headed back to town but took a dirt road short cut called Shaffer Road. Wooo – this is a 30 mile switch back, hairpin turn road that basically drops off of a 2000 ft. red rock cliff down to the Colorado River valley. If you take it from the bottom it’s called Potash Road – thanks for the tip Brydog. How they built this road is beyond me but it was one of the highlights of the trip.
We rolled back into town in the dark, dirty, dusty and tired and grabbed a tent site at a CP in town and made a gulosh dinner beside the tent. The next morning we visited with our camp neighbor – a Salmon River Tour Co owner from McCall, Idaho on vacation with his family. He was also a ski patrol at Tamarack outside of McCall but said the ski area was in foreclosure and shut down. I wonder how many more might follow. I said he was trying to sell his River Guide Co. – Hmmmm.
Our last day was spent at Arches National Park on a few short hikes to see the sites and take a few pics of the really unbelievable rock formations. It was a great way to end our stay in Moab – probably our favorite spot so far. I guess you could say that we both have ‘Got Moab’ on the brain.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Wildernest Two
I am not even sure why we have a schedule because keeping it has been next to impossible. We did get off the mountain at Crested Butte with only a minute to spare. The morning half day pass requires you to return to the sales office at 12:30 and turn in your ticket to get a refund so at about 11:45 we are at the chair lift and Roby says lets take one last run. The chair lift itself is about 15 minutes to the top so we would have to bomb it down which would not have been so bad if there were not a few moguls in our way! Our legs were definitely not in ski shape but it was "turn and burn" all the way down with no stopping. We kicked off our skis and ran to the office. The clock on the wall read 12:29. Unfortunately they did not have oxygen for us!!
Our next obstacle was cleaning off the truck. One would not think this would be that difficult but when you come from Hawaii you don't have a snow or ice brush so we "Mcgyvered" it and used the end of our ski poles. A 10 minute job took us about 25. No worries though because the 3 hour drive ended up taking us almost 5. Roby should be on that "ice trucker reality show". The drive over Monarch Pass is not for wimps and especially not for a truck that has never seen snow in it's life. Oh I forgot to mention our windshield wiper fluid line had frozen over so clean windows-not!!!
Flashbacks of playing asteroids best describes the drive over the Pass. We breathed a sigh of relief when we reached civilization but round two was coming-Fremont Pass into Silverthorne. Roby's knuckles were white but he showed no signs of stress. Thank God it was spring and the days were a bit longer giving us more daylight! Like I knew how bad it was driving but navigating through this storm was a hard job.
5 hours later the pretty site of Silverthorne was wonderful, not to mention the bear skin rugs on Dr. K's couches!
We arrived a day early so we were complete "loads" on the couch snuggled in the blankets and the fireplace going. A perfect romantic day!!!!
Then Fun arrived. If you have not met Dr. K you are missing out. He reminds me of Benjamin Button-at the age of 76, he has the energy of a 10 year old!! Before the rest of the gang arrived (MaryKay, EJ,Gabby, and Megan) we headed to the market for some food to cook up a storm. Dr. K was craving some "red meat" because he is deprived of it at home-so while the cat is gone-he had to buy some steaks. We were not properly equipped to cook them so we "borrowed" the neighbors grill since they were not there. Dr. K was in heaven!
The Laderer kids are surely growing up and it is not good that Gabby is taller than me already, but they are lots of fun to be around. It was great meeting Megan, and we expect to see you somewhere along the way.
Morning arrived and again we were not in a hurry. No need to be the first one on the lift, but we did get started before noon about 10:00. We had a perfect day with snow continuing to come down, and the sun was out. As usual MaryKay kicked our butts and made us do mine dump from top to bottom without stopping. Whoo-Whoo MK. I don't like that she has a season pass and is in ski shape. Although the workout was very much needed since all we have been doing is eating and sitting. I think I have developed "Colorado Hip Disease". Once again, we called it quits about 3:30 but Dr. K had to be on the last lift at 4:30 pm. This called for a few beers while we waited.
We were beat-doing moguls all day long will take it out of you. The spaghetti dinner was a welcome site. You know how sometimes your muscles talk to you-well mine were saying give me more carbs!! There is no rest and we had to be ready for Round Two. Dr. K's friend Dave is an Ambassador at Copper Mountain so he gave Roby and me a free ticket for Sunday. Very few things sweeter than a free ski pass. People are definitely taking care of us along the way. Our first ticket was discounted by MK and Gabby's season pass. We certainly know the right people. MK did not lighten up on us the next day, Copper Bowl was calling our names. Although we did not get any new snow-the weather was a perfect blue bird day! Roby and I were lucky because Dr. K was only able to ski until 2:30 because it was Sunday and he had to get home. So, a few less hours of torture for us.
We had the condo Sunday night to ourselves and contemplated leaving Monday afternoon but that did not work out for us. The weather turned nasty again and high winds blew all night and the next day. Oh darn-we had to spend another day under the bear skin rugs!! We just love the Silverthorne Condo. It just feels like home. Actually all things Kennedy feel like home to me. You have to love the Kennedy clan-special people they are!!
Tuesday morning came and motivation kicked in. (Right!) Well we got started around 1:00pm. Next Stop the long awaited MOAB Adventure.
Our next obstacle was cleaning off the truck. One would not think this would be that difficult but when you come from Hawaii you don't have a snow or ice brush so we "Mcgyvered" it and used the end of our ski poles. A 10 minute job took us about 25. No worries though because the 3 hour drive ended up taking us almost 5. Roby should be on that "ice trucker reality show". The drive over Monarch Pass is not for wimps and especially not for a truck that has never seen snow in it's life. Oh I forgot to mention our windshield wiper fluid line had frozen over so clean windows-not!!!
Flashbacks of playing asteroids best describes the drive over the Pass. We breathed a sigh of relief when we reached civilization but round two was coming-Fremont Pass into Silverthorne. Roby's knuckles were white but he showed no signs of stress. Thank God it was spring and the days were a bit longer giving us more daylight! Like I knew how bad it was driving but navigating through this storm was a hard job.
5 hours later the pretty site of Silverthorne was wonderful, not to mention the bear skin rugs on Dr. K's couches!
We arrived a day early so we were complete "loads" on the couch snuggled in the blankets and the fireplace going. A perfect romantic day!!!!
Then Fun arrived. If you have not met Dr. K you are missing out. He reminds me of Benjamin Button-at the age of 76, he has the energy of a 10 year old!! Before the rest of the gang arrived (MaryKay, EJ,Gabby, and Megan) we headed to the market for some food to cook up a storm. Dr. K was craving some "red meat" because he is deprived of it at home-so while the cat is gone-he had to buy some steaks. We were not properly equipped to cook them so we "borrowed" the neighbors grill since they were not there. Dr. K was in heaven!
The Laderer kids are surely growing up and it is not good that Gabby is taller than me already, but they are lots of fun to be around. It was great meeting Megan, and we expect to see you somewhere along the way.
Morning arrived and again we were not in a hurry. No need to be the first one on the lift, but we did get started before noon about 10:00. We had a perfect day with snow continuing to come down, and the sun was out. As usual MaryKay kicked our butts and made us do mine dump from top to bottom without stopping. Whoo-Whoo MK. I don't like that she has a season pass and is in ski shape. Although the workout was very much needed since all we have been doing is eating and sitting. I think I have developed "Colorado Hip Disease". Once again, we called it quits about 3:30 but Dr. K had to be on the last lift at 4:30 pm. This called for a few beers while we waited.
We were beat-doing moguls all day long will take it out of you. The spaghetti dinner was a welcome site. You know how sometimes your muscles talk to you-well mine were saying give me more carbs!! There is no rest and we had to be ready for Round Two. Dr. K's friend Dave is an Ambassador at Copper Mountain so he gave Roby and me a free ticket for Sunday. Very few things sweeter than a free ski pass. People are definitely taking care of us along the way. Our first ticket was discounted by MK and Gabby's season pass. We certainly know the right people. MK did not lighten up on us the next day, Copper Bowl was calling our names. Although we did not get any new snow-the weather was a perfect blue bird day! Roby and I were lucky because Dr. K was only able to ski until 2:30 because it was Sunday and he had to get home. So, a few less hours of torture for us.
We had the condo Sunday night to ourselves and contemplated leaving Monday afternoon but that did not work out for us. The weather turned nasty again and high winds blew all night and the next day. Oh darn-we had to spend another day under the bear skin rugs!! We just love the Silverthorne Condo. It just feels like home. Actually all things Kennedy feel like home to me. You have to love the Kennedy clan-special people they are!!
Tuesday morning came and motivation kicked in. (Right!) Well we got started around 1:00pm. Next Stop the long awaited MOAB Adventure.
Epic Powder
Little did we know that the conditions would be better than in Telluride but the drive to Crested Butte reminded me of the "all girl's ski trip" in Steamboat. Continuous powder all day and night long. We were fortunate the drive was not harry. Not that it mattered much to me since I have been a passenger most of the trip. I don't think Roby likes the way I drive. He just figures he can keep putting more caffeine in him and he is safer than having me behind the wheel. I keep offering but he won't let me drive. We thought we would make it up to Crested Butte for half day skiing but this retirement thing has gotten us and we just can't or won't get motivated to wake up early. It may have also been that we had to have our last German breakfast with Gordy and Silke.
We arrived in Crested Butte around 2:00 pm and considered a half day thinking that they would be open till 5:00 pm like Telluride but no such luck. So we decided to spend the night and do half day morning which they allowed because we were a bit behind to get to Silverthorne to meet MaryKay and the Kennedy Clan.
My little investment in the new Blackberry Storm has come in handy and I found a cute little hotel in the town of Crested Butte. Roby made the call and once the lady told him that she had just pulled out fresh cookies from the oven, he booked a room. It continued to snow all night long and when we woke we found at least 12-15 inches of new snow on the truck and our poor bikes, icicled over. We were not sure if they would ever recover!
We decided to take the bus up to the mountain which was a good idea considering the conditions. Crested Butte has a great vibe to it and could be a fun place to hang out for awhile. The mountain has the most black and double black diamond runs of any resort in North America and the new powder made it even more special.
Somehow we have the snow God on our side. This is the second year in a row we have hit it right. I guess I won't complain that my motorcycle arrived late!! All I can say is "powder, powder, powder"
We arrived in Crested Butte around 2:00 pm and considered a half day thinking that they would be open till 5:00 pm like Telluride but no such luck. So we decided to spend the night and do half day morning which they allowed because we were a bit behind to get to Silverthorne to meet MaryKay and the Kennedy Clan.
My little investment in the new Blackberry Storm has come in handy and I found a cute little hotel in the town of Crested Butte. Roby made the call and once the lady told him that she had just pulled out fresh cookies from the oven, he booked a room. It continued to snow all night long and when we woke we found at least 12-15 inches of new snow on the truck and our poor bikes, icicled over. We were not sure if they would ever recover!
We decided to take the bus up to the mountain which was a good idea considering the conditions. Crested Butte has a great vibe to it and could be a fun place to hang out for awhile. The mountain has the most black and double black diamond runs of any resort in North America and the new powder made it even more special.
Somehow we have the snow God on our side. This is the second year in a row we have hit it right. I guess I won't complain that my motorcycle arrived late!! All I can say is "powder, powder, powder"
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