Crested Butte Housing Crisis – Thinking outside…err, inside the box…and the ground.

I heard at tonight’s meeting on the Crested Butte housing crisis at CB Center for the Arts that the cost of building affordable housing is very high. I understand that construction costs must be high, but is maintaining that housing part of the equation? If so, I have an idea. Well, either way I have an idea. And this may sound wild, but like I heard earlier tonight, we need to get more creative… Continue reading “Crested Butte Housing Crisis – Thinking outside…err, inside the box…and the ground.”

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Not Homeless… but fed up, for sure

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One of the many For Sale signs on my street.

The housing crisis currently haunting so many ski towns like Crested Butte, where I currently live but will no longer have a home four days from now, needs to be addressed in a much larger scope than this: http://goo.gl/T2MKOa

That’s a link to the editorial I wrote for this week’s issue of The Crested Butte News. It’s only 1,500 or so words and reads quickly.

Next, if you like what you read, check out this 14-minute video from Raul Gutierrez of Jackson Hole, Wyoming, which dives into the same topic:

Finally, click this link to see what else has been on my mind lately. The idea partially stemmed from an overnight stay in an earthship near Taos, New Mexico, a few weeks back.

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“Stayed in an Earthship just outside Taos, NM last night. Awesome! @carissafriedri and I got a cool look at affordable ways to make a more sustainable, eco-friendly life off-the-grid more affordable.”

Surprise Storm Day

I’m not in the desert right now along with everyone else in this town that doesn’t work through the off-season. Instead, I woke up this morning to a freak 6–9″ on our back porch. Things sure looked different from yesterday when everything was green and brown.

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My roommate and I figured our best bet would be to go splitboarding. So we called some friends and asked if they’d like to climb a local mountain where we know the terrain pretty well, in both winter and summer, assuming we could find safe spots where enough snow had stacked up since yesterday. We didn’t want to wreck ourselves on rocks or branches hiding under this fresh layer of pow.

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Blue skies revealed themselves occasionally on the way up. Blue is always nice, but we wanted less sun and more cold, white gold.

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By the time we we reached the top we were back under full cloud cover and could rest assured we would find deep turns on the way down. Thing is, none of us would have expected so many of them.

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Robbie dropped first. Well, I dropped first. I took the line to skier’s right, stopped and got quickly situated, then turned around and took a shot of him charging toward me.

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Then, he passed by and all I saw was white. White this, white that, white out.

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I had to wipe snow from the camera lens and wait a few minutes to take another shot. When I was camera-ready, Cody was shready and waiting.

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Next, Chris came at me like a bat outta hell. Assuming hell had frozen over, that is. You can hardly see him here. Head top-left, board bottom-right.

snodgrass-4-17-chris-wig-whiteroomThen Robbie also disappeared. Why do my photo subjects keep hiding from me?

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Because it’s just so damn fun in the whiteroom, that’s why! Although exiting, the whiteroom can also be quite rewarding. You can’t see it here, but Cody’s rocking a huge smile behind all that orange, purple, black and white.

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Especially when you emerge to find nothing under your feet. Then you just hope you can put it down softly. Robbie did.

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Thanks to Rob, Chris and Cody for the good time.

Now it’s time for a cold beer and a hot shower. Ooh, I mean a cold beer in a hot shower.

And It’s still dumping outside. I can only imagine what we’ll find tomorrow 🙂

Board Test Week – Mid-shred Roundup

Scott was stoked to give a midweek update from the board test we’re conducting in Crested Butte, Colorado. “Cliffs were sent. Rodeo 5’s and backies were hucked. Chunder was pointed and hopefully managed. Face shots were found and goggles filled with snow.” Read the full post on Backcountry Magazine’s blog at http://backcountrymagazine.com/stories/board-test-week-one-tester-weighs-in

It’s A Booter Day!

I woke up in a really good mood this morning. Today was a booter day, and there would be no sleeping in. Booters were on the mind. In case you don’t know, a booter is a kicker. Aka a cheese wedge. Aka a ramp. Today, we made a jump. Because that’s what you do on a booter day.

Cody, Anthony and I loaded the Subie with boards, skis, shovels, cameras and one big ol’ dog. We planned on a big day of digging and hucking, and even packed drinks and snacks to hold us over the afternoon, but the snow was so sugary and unconsolidated that the jump weakened each time one of us sent it off the end. After hitting it for an hour or so we decided to return to the resort for some steeper, lift-accessed riding. Booter day may not have lasted very long, but all parties involved sure had a blast.

First, you build the booter. Today’s booter wasn’t very big, but it had some kick.
Then, test it out. Hold onto the rowdy dog or he’ll follow the pilot onto the launchpad.

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Next, dance like Michael.

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Cody

Once you’ve done that, it’s time to get upside down.

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Anthony (and Rowdy)
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Adam.       Yes, this is true. Photo cred Cody Buchholz.

While I was uploading these photos Cody said to me, “We’re old, dude. Old guys out there hucking our meat. Or, trying to.” I thought about that for a while. He’s right. But at the same time, it’s things like booter days that keep me young.

– I’ll get more winter shots up asap. The camera and I just haven’t been getting after it lately like we oughta be.

To the Wall in Tuscano – Pecorino, Grappa, Brunello and Tartufi

FYI – This blog gets better with each highlight of the day…

Today was a good day. Actually, that’s quite the understatement. Not only did I have the best salami of my life in its hometown of Siena, in the Tuscan countryside, but also Pecorino cheese (made from sheep’s milk) in Pienza, home of Pecorino.

My brother, Jon, and I enjoying Pecorino and the best salami we've ever had, in Pienza, Tuscano.
My brother, Jon, and I enjoying Pecorino and the best salami we’ve ever had, in Pienza, Tuscano. (photo cred: mama)

Cassanova di Neri vineyard, Tuscano

Next stop, Casanova di Neri produces the best Brunello (a clone of Sangiovese, one of my favorite wines) in all of Italy. They’ve earned top honors the past two years in a row. Of course, we brought a bottle of our favorite home with us. Well, Jon and I are hopeful but mom may save it for a special occasion. What could be more special than a trip to Italy with your two sons? Huh, mom? I know you’re reading this…

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Casanova di Neri wine tasting, Tuscano

Since they make their own olive oil and it’s currently olive season, might as well grab a bottle of that too, right?

In the past three weeks I’ve tried grappa in several different regions. In Cadore of Il Dolomiti, Venezia, Padua, and Firenza. For those who don’t know, grappa is basically pure alcohol distilled with grapes. To enhance flavor, the distiller adds whatever flavor they desire – lemon, pine, eucalyptus, etc. It’s definitely not a taste for everyone, but I’ve had a few I’ve enjoyed (mildly).

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Vaporizing grapes to make grappa. They weren’t even open and we still got a private tour!

Until last night, when the owner of a small ristorante in the town of Muntepulciano poured me the best grappa I’ve had yet. I asked him if it was local and if I could find it locally, and he responded by scribbling the distiller’s name on a business card. Today, we found it. Continue reading “To the Wall in Tuscano – Pecorino, Grappa, Brunello and Tartufi”

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Road Trippin Photoblog: Santa Cruz, CA – Jackson, WY – Crested Butte, CO – Europe?

As promised in my latest update, this blog is photo-heavy and word-weak. Prepping for Europe, adventuring outdoors and visiting with friends is so time-consuming that a photoblog is most necessary at this time. So that’s all you’re getting for now. Photos with captions. I hope you abso-frickin-lutely enjoy them. If you skip ahead, be sure to at least watch the video at the end. It’s the world premiere of my innovative new dog mount for the smartphone.

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Living out of a car can be incredibly liberating. I highly suggest it. Here’s one of my favorite breakfast joints in Tahoe.
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After Tahoe came Santa Cruz for my uncle’s wedding. But first, a day at the beach with my good friend Scotty.
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Scott Holt and I explored Santa Cruz by skate. I hadn’t been on a longboard in over a year 😦
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My beautiful mother speaks on my uncle and lovely (new) aunt’s behalf. The Robin Hood / Pre-Renaissance themed wedding was such a cool idea!
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Friends and family set up a 20+ person ensemble. This hammer duclimer was just one of the unique instruments. They’re all so talented. Such a fun wedding.
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The massive King Fire that started in Pollock Pines, CA contributed to incredible sunsets. I snapped this on my way over Donner Pass just before leaving California.
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The next morning, the sunrise in Nevada was fantastic. Gotta love those desert skies.
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Rowdy and I did some awesome trail running at Jackson Hole Mountain Resort. Pretty much everyone on the tram waved at us. That was just too cute.
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Came across these horses just before crossing into Wyoming from Idaho. The Tetons stand robust on the horizon. They’ve got serious clout ’round these parts.

Continue reading “Road Trippin Photoblog: Santa Cruz, CA – Jackson, WY – Crested Butte, CO – Europe?”

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CMF: Constantly Moving Forward, Another Great Idea

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Teton Pass. This awesome trail run offered a warm…rather, a nice…welcome to Wyoming. Taken w/ iPhone

Rain, thunder and lightning. Just spent the past 20+ hours in my Subaru, headed east from the California coast. I should probably try to ride up Teton Pass on my bike. That’s a great idea! No, that’s a terrible idea. But do it anyway.

Turns out it was a great idea, and after a brutal uphill struggle I was rewarded with a 4+ mile, 35+ mph descent and one helluva feeling of accomplishment. This can now be added to my list of other recent great ideas, like:

Quit my job
-No offense, TMS. You know I love you. It’s been a great ride, but the time has come to move on. Fortunately, my replacement is well experienced and all parties are confident my shoes will be adequately filled.

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Adam Baillargeon replaces Adam Broderick as Content Manager and Marketing Director at TMS


Spend a month living out of the Subie

It’s not just a car, it’s a Subaru. Fold down the back seats and sleep inside, or pitch a tent nearby and use the Subie as Adventure HQ. A truly excellent idea, indeed! Save over $600 toward rent and utilities, feel less “stuck” and more “without limits”, have less free time to be bored at home and instead jam-pack the days with fun til’ bedtime.
*We’re all well aware that boredom is an insult to oneself, and as James Bridie once said, “a sign of satisfied ignorance,” but we still tend to insult ourself on occasion, no matter how productive we’d normally consider ourselves.

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Found some sweet breakfast joints my last two weeks in Tahoe. Taken w/ iPhone


Go to Europe for six weeks

-I’ll be 30 in less than a month and still haven’t crossed over ‘the pond’. It’s about time. Mom and Jon (brother) will meet me in Venice on October 11, after I’ve had a week to explore the Dolomites and Northern Italy by bike, solo. I’m excited for the upcoming culture shock and five+ days touring such beautiful mountains. My first move after securing a bike rental? Load up the panniers (saddle bags) with wine, bread, cheese and olive oil. And the next move? Figure the rest out from there. Stoked! Then, we’ve got over two weeks together to explore Italy. We’ll hit Cortina de Ampazzo and nearby villages, Venice and Tuscany, Cince de Terra and Rome, and many other places I won’t list now but will include in future blog posts. When mom flies back to San Diego on October 28, Jon and I head to Barcelona. Our flight departs Amsterdam on November 14, and we’re still planning our routes between. I anticipate something like a two-week mini bachelor party, Broderick style.

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One 250 km route idea for my upcoming ride through the Dolomites of northern Italy. Then, two weeks with mom and brother before two more with just the bro.


Move back to Crested Butte, CO

-I’ve been gone less than three years, but I can’t wait to get back. These biannual visits to my favorite town don’t quite cut it. Work starts the first week of December. The small town vibe, old friends, abundance of trails and more intimidating terrain are calling. Not that Tahoe and the Eastern Sierra aren’t mountains, they’re just so different. I’m reminded of a quote: “The mountains are calling, and I must go.” -John Muir      – I find it interesting that in high school I swore I would “never leave the beach”. I pictured myself surfing forever. But discovering the “mountain life” unearthed endless possibilities of year-round recreation, seemingly more down-to-earth people (per capita), changes in seasons you can actually see and feel, a greater appreciation for hard work (gotta chop wood to stay warm!), and the ability to surf on snow. Or, as I call it, most often as a cry of joy from within a cloud of cold smoke, “getting barrelled in Colorado!”

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Rowdy and I love our morning workouts in CB! Taken w/  an ‘old skool’ point-n-shoot camera


Contribute to the Crested Butte Newspaper
-Possibly the coolest print editorial this side of the Mississippi (saving room for The Onion, w/ headquarters in Chicago) is bringing me on part-time for 2015. Imagine looking back on an introduction to something you found intriguing at the time, and remember thinking how cool it would be to one day contribute to that thing’s success. I can recall the time I first flipped through a copy of the CB newspaper, and ever since I’ve put that publication on a pedestal. But actually helping put it together on a weekly basis didn’t really cross my mind. It’s funny how life unfolds, ain’t it?

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Rocks, Backpacks and Sweet, Crazy Ladies

I brought the camera along for last night’s beach trip in hopes of a cool sunset or even some action shots of Rowdy playing in the water. But the sunset was only so-so and I didn’t pay much attention to Rowdy because instead my eyes caught these bird-like rock formations.

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I took those photos before a lady spoke up from her cross-legged position on a small boulder behind me. “I used to be a photographer.”
I thought, Um…okay. What’s your point?, and later decided I hadn’t thought it loud enough. You’ll see why.
“But 15 years ago I fell 400 feet off a waterfall cuz I was trying to take a picture. Real talk.”
What!? Holy s*^#! I didn’t see that coming. Crazy. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

She turned to the side and opened the hood of her sweatshirt to reveal skin that resembled a fire victim’s, and this texture seemed to cover what looked like exactly half of her head, right down the middle, and down below her neck. She shaved one eyebrow so the painted side wasn’t as obvious. She also seemed sweet and I began to feel for her. Then she started rambling a bunch of crazy mumbo jumbo, spatting off about a parking violation she managed to get out of and how the free, live concert on the beach was no good. Instead I began to pity her. You couldn’t expect anyone to even survive such a fall, let alone avoid any cognitive disabilities that come with a head injury that from that height. Then I noticed her annoying 20-lb mutt was trying to herd Rowdy into a corner, nipping at his legs and barking at him. But it was barely barking, because 20-lb mutts don’t really bark; they produce more of a weak shriek. So now Rowdy was in an even more awkward spot than I’d gotten myself into and she was still spouting off about God-knows-what. The pity quickly turned to more of an irritation. Needless to say I politely excused myself from that conversation, convinced Rowdy he was safe to walk past that little nincampoop of a dog, and moved to a less precarious section of sand.

Speaking of rocks, check out these shots from last weekend’s trip to the Buttermilks, a popular climbing area just a few miles west of Bishop, CA, that is absolutely littered with boulders.

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Mono Lake, headed southbound from Tahoe to Bishop. “Nohlen is Dodelijk” = Whining is Deadly
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It sure is nice to wake up and climb just a few hundred feet from camp.
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Smokey The (teddy) Bear watched over us four three days in the high, dry desert.
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Into the Light, with Brandon Marshall

I didn’t take many climbing photos, so I now suggest you click this link: Backpacking Bishop Pass. It’s the trip report from the three-day overnight hiking/camping trip we set off on immediately after climbing last Friday morning, and includes some awesome photos of tremendously beautiful landscapes. If you enjoy exploring the outdoors by foot and you haven’t been to the Inyo National Forest, then let the trip report inspire you to mark a few days on the calendar.

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Click Image: Backpacking Bishop Pass w/ Friends from San Diego & Deuter Packs

 

Let’s hear about your adventures in Inyo, at the Buttermilks or in/around Bishop!