1/5/2014 Howdy Stranger, Yonder is Jackson Hole…
Happy New Year EVI from the Tetons!
What a long strange road 2013 has been. Radio silence, not even a pin drop. It has been a while for me and my two cents in the whole wide world of EVI and rightfully so. I have taken a huge step back and am now looking at my life in the mountains from a totally new perspective. A “Grand Perspective” if you will. Everything in my Rocky Mountain life seemed so large and important, so safe, predictable. constant and calculated. Come to find out, my life in the valley was only a fleeting illusion and the life I was enjoying on the summits was completely different from the life I was grinding out down below. Much like the infamous snow pack of Colorado, a wedding cake resting on top of champagne glasses just ready to tip and come crashing down. Sometimes a change of scenery or even aspect and angle can have a profound effect on what we choose to hold near and dear and what layers we choose to shed down to and move on. 2013 was my year for that imminent change in scenery, aspect and angle. I even shed down a few layers.
After a textbook Vail-Valley-Style divorce, I was left with the only prized possessions any self-respecting mountain man needed for survival. She got everything; the house, the money, the valley and my friends. I got what was left; the dog, the Allroad, mountain bike, fishing gear, ski/mountaineering arsenal. What more did or do I really need? The real question was/is, where would I need it? The obvious choice was the Teton Range, Jackson Hole, Wyoming. So I loaded up and got the F outta dodge.
I’ve become incredibly used to the fact that all I need in this Peter-Pan-Life to be truly happy are the tools to be waist deep in pow, waist deep in the river, or out exploring with my unconditionally loving four-legged companion. All said and done, with those very simple and humble possessions, I will never grow old, I will not waste or want and I will be ever-ready and packed for the next big adventure.
So here I am now, smack in the middle of Davey Jackson’s Hole. I have replanted some roots, although shallow roots they be, made some good local friends, (local = born and raised here. Not oh, my family has a fourth home here and I have summered since I was a kid and now that I am so, like, totally funded… my parents just let me live in our 3,000 ft. guest house rent/problem/job/responsibility free…). There are all types here, as there are anywhere else.
Fortunately, I have found my way into a contingent of skiers and riders who are humble, down-to-earth and who ski and ride harder than anyone I have ever seen. The gals rock Dynafit/Kaestle/108/187’s and are just plain, so much radder than you. They even have this thing called the “JH Babe Force” and it is a force to witness, with drool, dripping off the chin. I just offer to buckle boots and give calf massages and in turn, get to chase after “Ms. 108’s” as we drop into places like Granite Canyon, Cody Bowl and some of the more “Top Secret” lines that the Tetons have to offer.
So here we stand, clipped in and ready to drop into a new year. And me, with a whole new range of mountains to explore. As I follow along with the crew back in EV and the Gore Range, I will be pursuing all that the Tetons have to offer and will bring you along for the ride. Look forward to some of my adventures in Jackson Hole and Beyond this season and I will look forward to hearing from everyone back in Colorado. The scenery from this aspect and angle are looking extremely promising! Now if I could only find a hoar in Jackson Hole that will support me better than that loose one in Colorado, I will be living the ultimate Peter-Pan-Life.
L.L.D. & EVI Worldwide