the day after christmas.
me and a bunch of fabulous misfits decided to go snowshoeing glacier.
amazing day.
its always nice to spend time with good friends OUTSIDE of the bar.
McDonald Creek
Kappa and his stoag
jami... wheres your wings girl
bye....
Saturday, January 1, 2011
snowshoeing glacier
the day after christmas.
me and a bunch of fabulous misfits decided to go snowshoeing glacier.
amazing day.
its always nice to spend time with good friends OUTSIDE of the bar.
McDonald Creek
Kappa and his stoag
jami... wheres your wings girl
bye....
the crevisse
over christmas break, i was handed the opportunity to go home, to eureka. my hometown. it was pretty incredible.
first night back, i went to an ugly sweater party. my first, hopefully not my last. it was a little surreal. a lotta funny. got to see ol peeps like juice...who sported a cobalt blue jnco sweater. he's the kind of friend that i can just look at the expression on his face and know exactly what he is thinking. lots of laughs...thats all we do, laugh at eachother.
then there's netzloff...we talked about music, his bands butter and wartime blues...
saw holt, the mexican jumping bean.
hung out with my cuz davey, as he sported a thick cardigan sweater, church pants (holey), and untied boots... the disheveled look to a tee. his girlfriend, sweet jenny haidle was there. she's a keeper.
lots of good people...oh-i was wearing an oversize blue sweatshirt with a snowman on the front and a birdhouse on the back.
after a few jagermeisters and jack and cokes, the evening was 'capped off'.
the next morning, the big plan was to go up trego to the crevisse to do some ice-climbing...
i was up for it...but after a long night of drinking, i wasn't sure if the plan would follow through.
sure enough, the next morning, holt the mexican jumping bean comes to pick me up and we are off.
he was rough. he was haggard looking. he was still drunk i am sure. but, armed with snowpants, vitamin water, and trail mix, we headed out.
gotta love following through, right?
about an hour into the drive, we make it. we stuff sierra nevadas into a camel back and into every pocket we can find and start the trek.
we traverse through streams, rocks, fallen logs, and ice to make it.
needless to say, it was worth it.
there was quite a crew out there. im talkin bad asses. i know i am in good hands with these guys.
meet wade.
wade is in his happy place doing dangerous things...such as ice-climbing, caving, jumping off things, etc. all the times i have hung out with wade have been extreme. last time with him, we went caving, dove into freezing waters, scaled cave walls, and surfaced numb and dirty. wade's good stuff.
matt...
matt is your quintessential bad ass. anybody that knows him knows that. and with all his badassesdness...he is a tailor. he handmade these gortex blue and black pants. looking closer, his craftsmanship is on point. this is without any type of formal class... pretty darn impressive.
and holt...
lots of energy. always smilin. down for a good time.
lovely savaiah
she's a funny lil bird. literally, she was petrified of climbing the ice or having her boyfriend ice climb where they are strapped in with ropes... yet she flys planes solo 20 thousand feet in the air.
here are some goodies....
my ex and his papa were there... we got along fabulously. it was a really beautiful day.
first night back, i went to an ugly sweater party. my first, hopefully not my last. it was a little surreal. a lotta funny. got to see ol peeps like juice...who sported a cobalt blue jnco sweater. he's the kind of friend that i can just look at the expression on his face and know exactly what he is thinking. lots of laughs...thats all we do, laugh at eachother.
then there's netzloff...we talked about music, his bands butter and wartime blues...
saw holt, the mexican jumping bean.
hung out with my cuz davey, as he sported a thick cardigan sweater, church pants (holey), and untied boots... the disheveled look to a tee. his girlfriend, sweet jenny haidle was there. she's a keeper.
lots of good people...oh-i was wearing an oversize blue sweatshirt with a snowman on the front and a birdhouse on the back.
after a few jagermeisters and jack and cokes, the evening was 'capped off'.
the next morning, the big plan was to go up trego to the crevisse to do some ice-climbing...
i was up for it...but after a long night of drinking, i wasn't sure if the plan would follow through.
sure enough, the next morning, holt the mexican jumping bean comes to pick me up and we are off.
he was rough. he was haggard looking. he was still drunk i am sure. but, armed with snowpants, vitamin water, and trail mix, we headed out.
gotta love following through, right?
about an hour into the drive, we make it. we stuff sierra nevadas into a camel back and into every pocket we can find and start the trek.
we traverse through streams, rocks, fallen logs, and ice to make it.
needless to say, it was worth it.
there was quite a crew out there. im talkin bad asses. i know i am in good hands with these guys.
meet wade.
wade is in his happy place doing dangerous things...such as ice-climbing, caving, jumping off things, etc. all the times i have hung out with wade have been extreme. last time with him, we went caving, dove into freezing waters, scaled cave walls, and surfaced numb and dirty. wade's good stuff.
matt...
matt is your quintessential bad ass. anybody that knows him knows that. and with all his badassesdness...he is a tailor. he handmade these gortex blue and black pants. looking closer, his craftsmanship is on point. this is without any type of formal class... pretty darn impressive.
and holt...
lots of energy. always smilin. down for a good time.
lovely savaiah
she's a funny lil bird. literally, she was petrified of climbing the ice or having her boyfriend ice climb where they are strapped in with ropes... yet she flys planes solo 20 thousand feet in the air.
here are some goodies....
my ex and his papa were there... we got along fabulously. it was a really beautiful day.
bilbo & co.
forest flew up to see me... who knew forests could fly... fairly absurd.
we had an AMAZING time...i had to take him to dave's sushi so that we could indulge in the cheeseburger of sushi rolls, the Gobbler. crab, mango, avocado, cream cheese, tempura fattty roll, doused with sweet chili sauce.
we devoured these culinary godsends with pleasure...
that evening, equipped with my girlfriends recipe, i started dinner. black truffle spiced soy bean succotash over polenta, topped with chimichurri sauce.
in all honesty, it was apparent that it was my first time cooking this dish. the veggies were sad looking, the polenta wasn't quite cooked through...and the chimichurri sauce was a little too spicy. i banked on the 'thought that counts' with this one.
the following saturday was cold and snowy. fact.
i had planned a sleighride up bigsky, a first for both of us.
as we made our way to ranch 320, we saw 3 moose just off the road...
forest took the last one, at about 10 to 15 feet away. lil too close for comfort for me.
we turn into the ranch, a wee bit late (due to the moose sightings)... but we made it. i was happy to have my eskimo with me.
we met the ringleaders of our chariot...bill, bo, and co.
hopping in the sled, forest and i nestled in the very back...most definitly the best seats on the sled. draped with wool blankets and furry hoods, we started off. the night was clear, only days from a full moon, which cast tree shadows along the lit snowbanks.
it was nice. the air was fresh and clean. the romanticism 'cliche' of starlit sleighrides is verified in my book.
stopping for 'cowboy chili',
drinks,
and a warm campfire under the moonlight was also...very nice.
we soaked and sweat in the hot springs for a solid 2 hours afterwords
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Friday, December 3, 2010
montanan
friday night, 10:30.
long day. i woke up early to find a foot of freshly fallen snow on the ground. after brushing the snow of my buick with a swifter...yes, thats right...i drove 15 miles to work, passing cars in the ditch.
my trusty steed did me well. my blue suede shoes.
after a good 10 hours of productivity, i came home and reshoveled my walkway with a mouth full of sunflower seeds.
inhaled my leftover phyllo dough spinich pie and headed to the Ellen theatre.
a christmas carol debuted tonight. my seat was E101, one of the better ones in that there was an empty space in front of me to stretch my feet...which i didn't utilize, but still nice. it was so sweet. great acting, heartwarming. giggles. laughter. and the ellen. the ellen is so beautiful in its vintage lore.
driving home, and a bit lonely...i tossed back and forth the idea of going out...but my sensibility took over the reins and i came home.
turned on the computer, checked to see if bozeman mag. had published my article...and alas, they did...including my first poem.
which goes something like this;
“We are here together you and I,
that feverish summer well’s run dry.
She came in hot and went out cold,
Teased you a bit just like fools gold.
Now you’re left with me, my friend
With any season, I will gladly contend.
Tell me, what is your hearts delight,
And please, by all means, be forthright.
Is it weaving through a bed of trees
Bouncing off powder on two skis?
Maybe you prefer to ride a board
Shredding through terrain unexplored.
Either way, if that’s your love,
These types of things that I speak of,
Take my frosty hand and follow me,
Bundle up tight, and lets go ski.”
made me smile.
because it is sprinkled with personal metaphors.
goodnight world.
long day. i woke up early to find a foot of freshly fallen snow on the ground. after brushing the snow of my buick with a swifter...yes, thats right...i drove 15 miles to work, passing cars in the ditch.
my trusty steed did me well. my blue suede shoes.
after a good 10 hours of productivity, i came home and reshoveled my walkway with a mouth full of sunflower seeds.
inhaled my leftover phyllo dough spinich pie and headed to the Ellen theatre.
a christmas carol debuted tonight. my seat was E101, one of the better ones in that there was an empty space in front of me to stretch my feet...which i didn't utilize, but still nice. it was so sweet. great acting, heartwarming. giggles. laughter. and the ellen. the ellen is so beautiful in its vintage lore.
driving home, and a bit lonely...i tossed back and forth the idea of going out...but my sensibility took over the reins and i came home.
turned on the computer, checked to see if bozeman mag. had published my article...and alas, they did...including my first poem.
which goes something like this;
“We are here together you and I,
that feverish summer well’s run dry.
She came in hot and went out cold,
Teased you a bit just like fools gold.
Now you’re left with me, my friend
With any season, I will gladly contend.
Tell me, what is your hearts delight,
And please, by all means, be forthright.
Is it weaving through a bed of trees
Bouncing off powder on two skis?
Maybe you prefer to ride a board
Shredding through terrain unexplored.
Either way, if that’s your love,
These types of things that I speak of,
Take my frosty hand and follow me,
Bundle up tight, and lets go ski.”
made me smile.
because it is sprinkled with personal metaphors.
goodnight world.
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
alice
lately i have been traversing old but familiar territory, in my mind, in search of dark places willing to host my extravagent pre-planned pity parties, complete with whine and cheese.
these wonderlandish perverbial 'tea parties' welcome many distressing thoughts.
inviting cruel, untrue, and potentially debilitating satirical prose.
this entourage of self-defeating mad hatters needs to be slowly yet assuredly jettisoned. So that this dark path and place in my mind slowly disappears leaving truth and light in its place.
these wonderlandish perverbial 'tea parties' welcome many distressing thoughts.
inviting cruel, untrue, and potentially debilitating satirical prose.
this entourage of self-defeating mad hatters needs to be slowly yet assuredly jettisoned. So that this dark path and place in my mind slowly disappears leaving truth and light in its place.
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