We spent the morning ripping around chutes and trees.

A few of us got bored and decided to take a nature walk, see:
(I added a tune here, its the same thing I always sing every time we hike: press play!)
Dropkick Murphys – The Rocky Road to Dublin

These are the chronological pictures from that hike and those epic lines we each got. Click through any of them to get to the Flickr feed where there are more; we hit huge fields, dropped waterfalls and tight chutes all in between near perfect glades and it couldnt have been done with a better crew. We dropped into Highway 2 and picked up a ride from our man, Chuck.

We dropped into the road and crossed over here, this is our walrus slide.

a guide:

1. 002, 2. mtn piracy, 3. shomer shabbas, 4. CEO of Shipwreck Apiaries laying plans, 5. mid evening crowd, 6. 556, 7. Jeremy and Katina, 8. my sweetheart, 9. 382, 10. treehouse tony and his forest people, 11. treehouse tony and his forest people, 12. treehouse tony and his forest people, 13. treehouse tony and his forest people, 14. 202, 15. home sweet home, 16. Garth with a gas powered snowblower, 17. Kehrs cabin, 18. corduroy, 19. 015, 20. adjusting bindings, 21. Skyline, 22. Moleskine on the fly, 23. me booting up, 24. 061

stock bearded image

Its Friday by the time your reading this, which I am writing Thursday night, Ive got the old blog on auto-pilot for the weekend. Its been a long time coming, paid for in blood, but Ive left the city by now and boarded my beloved Pirate Ship, setting sail for the High Country on this, the first real weekend of my Season. Its a tragedy that neither of my phones work up there, (unless your calling about a secret stash in deep trees that hasnt been ripped yet) its a tragedy that I cant be found up there b/c I havent given my annual pictoral on what exactly Im rocking this year…..its just all one big giant TRAGEDY. Im going to be “alone” in the Mountains with my Winter tribe, celebrating my Mayorship, vodka on tap, an entire motorhome redone in ultra leather and I dont know…..quite a few RAGING BONFIRES.
Sounds like a terrible time. Wish me luck as I sit under duress; 4 nights out there, alone in the cold: Blowing snow, bitter cold, numb limbs.
Last Call First Chair.

Goodbye and good luck. Winter has finally arrived.

I deserve this.

From the open mic event today @ Whitechapel. Nothing special, Im just being lazy and blockquoting everything so I dont have to tell you the same thing twice.

Its pissing down proper here in Seattle Wa, anarchy from the skies always sets this town ablaze, be it snow/sun/rain. Al-WAYS MAKES ME LAUGH!!!
You’d think these citizens could drive in the rain wouldnt ya? Hell no its 35 per hour down the highway.
I havent had a day off since Black Friday so Im tired but otherwise fuckit, Im doing great.
Sunday morning, coming down.
Nice to see you guys, even though most these posts are troubled. When I get pissy/afflicted, I turn to Paul Crik.
No shit. Check it out.

I have alot more in the Unpublished archives to ship out but I have to be honest, Im not sure how they are being received, frankly I cant imagine anyone wanting to read them and the piece about how I scored Fable 3 can only possibly appeal to my gaming partner: BittenKazoo, who is off all weekend at a bachelor party and wont stop sending me phone pictures of pictures he is taking out of “Grizzly Man Monthly”.

The next piece to be leaked released is a jumbled thought on my experience with Alaskan Women. What you need to remember when reading this stuff is that its all first draft, in its roughest form and very often, in fact most always unfinished. Called away mid keystroke to pour another wine or step out for a smoke. I like things rough, they appeal to my sensibilities in thier raw form as something true and fast. I love getting an idea and pounding it out as fast as I can until active spellcheck begins to smolder and burn in the herculean effort to keep up. I never delete anything and when its time to buff I simply pull out the preferred parts and build around them on a fresh sheet.

Also in the forge sits another piece that is highly cathartic. You may have noticed today I ran a test sortie into the passcode protected post world, that is me getting ready to release something important but with select readership. Its times like this when the old LJ account would serve me well but whats the point. This forum works well b/c it allows real time interaction re: the of late controversial nature of the post itself, something I deem important.
That will kick off early this week, likely Tuesday or Wednesday.

Thats what Ive got for now, its Sunday afternoon and raining like hell, a glorious sight to behold.
Have a pleasantly wet evening, I can be found tonight in the bowels of the Market taking part in the annual Holiday Party Traditions put on by the People who Pay me to do Stuff. I get two drink tickets and a buffet boohfay. Well, that and all my favorite bars are a stones throw from where I will be so I guess its a good night for fun.

This is one of my favorite images, has been for years.