There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
There is society, where none intrudes.
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more...

-Lord Byron

Definition of Walkabout :

a short period of wandering as an occasional interruption of regular work
Showing posts with label Brighton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brighton. Show all posts

16 March 2014

itchin' my sticks

The hot wax melts slowly along the iron, dripping serendipitously onto the fiberglass.
The motion turns me on, hands move slowly as I caress back and forth, covering every inch.

High fuel energy drinks and road food accompany me in good spirits as we travel up, higher and higher.
High clouds wisp along the blueness, the sun rising over the mountains on this sublime warm winter's day.
I'm itchin' to get my sticks out.
Not too icy, not too mushy.
Just right, as Goldilocks would proclaim.
You got that right.
What more can you say, except that in Utah, it's where it's at.


16 February 2014

snow is sexy

Weekends in February are for playing in the snow outdoors, at least in my part of the world.
Sure you make break your arm, twist your knee, cramp up leg muscles, but regardless of injury, if you truly love the snow, you'll get back on your board or ski.
With the fever of a Winter Olympian, I too ride the mountain with unfettered joy. I'm not looking for any medal, I just think snow is sexy.
What are you doing this winter?


04 February 2014

back to Brighton

The words kept ringing in my head...

powder...shred...mountains....speed...

It was long past the time for me to get back onto the mountain, strap on my ski's, and rip down a trail in the greatest snow on earth.
This year brings me back to a favorite resort of mine, yet one I haven't been to in years, Brighton. Sometimes though it is good to be away for awhile, you have a greater appreciation once you return.
Let it be had that on a perfect day on the first of February, I ride new lifts as snow swirls from highest of Utah's majestic peaks, and race down the mountainside with the wind racing around my frame.

Snow freezes to my red cheeks, muscles in my legs twitch and cry in pain, my lungs gasp for breath.

I ski until my body can't move, and relish every second of it.