First Tracks

It's comming on ski season. Here is an excerpt from an article I'm writing for RLife Magazine.

-M

The day starts early. Like 5:00 early. The alarm goes off and there’s that moment of truth, cliché though it may be: nap a while longer and get a normal start, or hit the road in the dark and be ready for first tracks. But then the phone rings and it’s all on.
Real skiers have the coffee ready the night before and the gear already loaded up. All that’s necessary is clothing, lots of it, and the car keys, and the dog. Some of us take it that serious. The drive only takes us a few minutes once I’ve stopped to pick up Dave. And we’re there, past the golf courses, past the east bowl parking lot, past the main parking lot and almost up to Mt. Rose Pass. There are usually a few others in the lot, usually Lee’s green Ranger with the Mountain Gazette sticker, or Carrie’s Forester with the snowmachine sticker, all parked barely straight and looking hastily abandoned, though it’s cold and dim in the strangled light of the morning.

Mr. Phys-Ed

I don’t like escapism. Your baggage goes with you wherever you go, or else it’s always there when you get back. A gentleman I work with thoroughly believes in escapism. He walks the business park every day @ lunch. Goes for after work rides saying, “time for some phys ed” on his way out. Tells me the ride up to the bench south of Spooner was “good for the mind.” But he’s cussing at the sep-funnels and giving the head-shake to the intercom by noon like he can’t believe an inanimate object could be so stupid.

I ride because I love it, not because I hate work. The more weight I put on fun the more intolerable other stuff becomes. No amount of fun would change that, and I’d just become Mr. Phys-Ed. Better drop the shit and move on.

-M

Bloginstein

I started another blog called The Bacon Strip. It's where I'm going to post all the disgusting stuff from now on. There's a team over there, but they're lazy or not tech savy enough to get into it. oh well.

Let's clean this place up!

-M