Laying on the wooden bench I watched as dust drifted down between the cracks of the decaying ceiling tiles. Finally some rest. On the table above my head there was leftover pizza, a beer, and the waning minutes of the Rangers game emanated from my phone. Gibbs and Frizz would be here soon. I had …
It was the first bluebird day of the season in Huntington, but as is typically the case on the “rock pile,” winds were hammering start zones and the skis on our packs were turning into sails. After being knocked down to our hands and knees (while climbing over a fun mixture of rock, rotting snow, …
The DAS airing out after a good day on Mt. Washington My buddies Al and Ryan are gear heads. Engineers by trade, they are able to dissect the tensile strength of any material you show them, the breaking points of the myriad components in a tech binding, and can determine …
Few times have I seen the moon that bright. Huntington was so well illuminated that the massive rock buttress that divides the middle of the ravine cast a shadow over central gully. Standing there in awe we were compelled to howl at the moon to honor the untamed spectacle that surrounded us. It was a …
You don’t have to think at 100mph. When the proverbial pedal is on the floor instinct is your greatest resource, contemplation and reflection are the enemies. In the past three years I have lived in four different houses, lost my best friend, married the love of my life, taught at three different schools, finished graduate …
