Snow Sesh Or No Sesh

Let the video and picture say it all; just another sunny day in the high country.

The real action went down just before this video was taken all four of us systematically crashed and slid down the hill behind Thatcher (the guy in the video).

Let this pimps be pimps and the players be players but for pete sakes don't forget to leave the yellow snow well enough alone.

Poor Bruskies

Traversing The Bruskies Step

My alarm clock screeches as the clock turns to 6:30am. I stumble to the computer and look outside to a fresh 4" of snow on the ground and more falling hard. A quick gmail check assures that I will indeed be making the 6ft traverse back into the bed to finish what I had started just 6 hours previous; sleep! School is canceled until 10 which means no work and upon further investigation I see two even more exciting emails sealing the deal with my other two 11 & 12:30 classes canceled too! Peyahw sleepytime USA!!!

The snow stuck around all weekend even collecting a nice layer of ice and fresh snow from a glancing storm the following Saturday. Such snow days of no work or school can mean several things to many people; but to me only two things; Melanie's for brunch and a snowy hike for desert! Bon and Bruskies have come to visit and we all load up with a few broskies for a nice 5 miler. Up to Price Park it is, everyone is excited but no one can match the enthusiasm of Bruin!! Prancing about the trail Bruskies quickly covers twice the ground we do running up the trail only to double back close enough to us to ensure our pursuit.
We get to a tricky log ladder but this proves no problem for the Bruskies as he clambers up the slippery snow/ ice covered 8 rung ascent. As I get to the top Bonnie says; "is that blood!?" sick what? Oh... on the ground in front of us a few quarter size blood spots as Bruin trots off... Oh no Bruins pads have been shredded by the ice capped snow that covers the trail and surrounding woods. Yikes, now what? We are a little over 1.5 miles in and the trail is 5 total... only one choice head back and carry the poor guy- easier said than done.. Although at first the barely 45lb dog seemed to be a breeze to carry over my shoulders like a wounded lamb, but after the first 1/2 mile I realize this will be a no small feat as my back and biceps begin to wail. Although by the end my right bicep had been through several stages of full on cramps and we had stopped to reposition several times we finally made it back to the car where we made the poor guy a nice comfy bed in the back. Phew! that was work, luckily Melanie had supplied me with ample calories and caffeine for the epic day.

Workville

I will be hosting a pity party for myself tonight and tomorrow morning. The party will be in honor of my new work schedule; for example I worked at 8am this morning, closed the shop later tonight at 11pm then will be back to open at 7am. Whooptydoo.

(Stage Left)- Enter Violinist - key A minor

Long Strange Trip

I sit here in the Sacramento airport as Truck'n makes its way into my head via headphones and iTunes shuffle. A fitting song as I reflect the last week and well heck the last three weeks have truly been a long strange trip.

• A few highlights of my "long strange trip" include:
• Wild ponies in Grayson Highlands
• Edible backpacking gear sales pitches from random guy #7 while backpacking along the AT
• Trail running through Charlottesville through sewer tunnels on 4" wide concrete blocks barely an inch out of city drainage
• Mucking horse stalls on the Hurt Farm
• Backpacking through the Shenandoah's and waking up to frozen fuel and single digit temperatures
• Unpacking and repacking for a backpacking trip in the same day
• Waking up at 4am to catch a trans-coastal flight
• Stuffing 8 guys and a weeks worth of gear into one suburban
• Waking up in a snow cave that had progressively gotten smaller throughout the night
• Waking up the following morning to dumping snow and howling winds
• Boiling snow for water needed every meal and sometimes just for fun
• Snow shoeing up 4,000 ft of elevation gain in under 5 miles through giant evergreens on fresh snow
• Taking poops in bags
• Cooking spaghetti in my Jetboil in the stairwell of a hotel
• Fending off vicious raccoons from our locked steel food box
• Sleeping within 20ft of a dozen or more deer including several albinos
• Hiking for 4 miles only to be destroyed by January Pacific seawater in a cave on the coast of Point Reyes National Seashore
• Driving the worlds curviest road in San Francisco in a fully loaded suburban with Josh screaming while being video taped by Japanese tourist
• Going to the bathroom with an 11 year old boy vomiting in one sink while a 50 year man urinates in the other,

Top 10 funniest moments of the last three weeks:
1. Travis taking a pull on a clove cigarette backwards
2. Adam stopping a girl at a gas station as she was driving away to play her a song on guitar
3. Ryan shaving his beard into a mustache and jumping a round the room naked screaming that mustache men kick ass.
4. Watching Johnny, Josh and Adam get destroyed by a wave fully dressed while trying to make it from one dry spot to the next
5. Telling shart stories in the hottob
6. Josh’s reaction to phonetrace
7. The movie Death Race 2000 staring Sylvester Stalone.
8. Adam playing Blue Corn Moon from Pocahontas on the recorder (he is disturbingly talented)
9. The fact that Ross’ trail name is now Mother Goose
10. Travis at any given moment

Sesshing Shasta

Here's the run down jacky brown:
- Raleigh to Sacramento via sky
-Sacramento to Shasta via Suburban with 8 broskies (with the same haircut) inside and all our gear crampon's, snowshoes, ice axes etc... truly a sight to behold.
-Town of Shasta to campsite via snow shoe.
-Zoomin around Shasta via snow shoe up to horse camp a nasty pitch including 3 miles of 6ft deep powder climbing over 3000 ft. 3 hours up and only 50 minutes down.
-Camp to car via snowshoe in driving snow
-Town of Shasta to Clear Lake via car
-Clear Lake to Point Reyes National Park and Seashore over 70,000 acres of pristine rocky coastline an hour north of San Francisco filled with all kinds of animals from albino deer to Elephant Seals.
-Point Reyes to San Fransisco via car - domestic disputes including a (suspected hooker) a Hispanic man with his pants down resulting in one beer bottle thrown a broken car window and colorful language.

Welcome to Forkville

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