Tahoe for Jeff's Bachelor party
First time playing paintball, at 8,200 ft no less. You can be out of breath by simply pulling the trigger, nevermind running over rocks in a full dickies style suit with a full face helmet, ducking for cover, and fighting for your life against your friends:
I liked this picture when I took it, but after looking at it a second time, I like it more because it looks like I am taking a leak in the pool:
Food porn is not a stranger in the sub-culture that is endurance sports blogging.
I cooked one bomb-ass meal for my lady's (I almost put "ladies", oops) birthday a few weeks ago: grass fed steak (me: medium rare rib eye, her: rare filet), green beans and carrots sauteed in butter, olive oil, garlic and shallots, yukon gold potato puree with butter, cream and parmesean cheese, a side summer salad with this dressing (recommended!), and a bottle of Avalon Cab to wash it down. It was freakin good.
I'm not in the picture, but this is where I work, and what I have been doing every other day during "lunch hour":
Partly inspired by the recent piece in the NY Times piece called "unplugged", I did a solo camping trip a top Mt. Laguna to disconnect with society and technology to reconnect with mother nature (the "me" time was nice too, I will admit). Naturally, my first time on my bike in a month was spent trolling around at 6,000ft (take that Boulder! and I'm glad your fires are under control), and it was great.
The setup - simple, yet effective.
A must for camping
I have never seen so many holes in one tree. Woodpeckers paradise? Target practice for hicks? Gnarly producer of maple syrup?. Shawn, any ideas? Upon closer inspection were a number of acorns embedded in them. Nuts in holes? uh, I couldn't resist...
I love this picture, and the contrast it presents. Standing at 6,000ft atop a pine tree covered mountain, I overlooked the Anza Borrego desert, many thousands of feet below me:
Stomping grounds of the man...
The road through my rear view mirror (well, almost)...