Post blogger Mitch Mulhall sleeps in and enjoys just another leisurely Saturday: "I slept in a half hour this morning. Got out of bed at 6:30 am and read the morning paper. At 7:00, I woke my son and cooked him breakfast. He had to be at the ski swap at 8:00 sharp... While my son worked the ski swap morning shift, I returned to town to coach my U8 soccer team... Tomorrow I'm getting up at 4:30 am to cook a hearty breakfast. ..I put my son and his friend to bed tonight at 8:00 pm. Tomorrow, they will attempt to climb Mt. Sopris with their ski team coaches, John Bresnitz, and Glenwood native Bill Kimminau."
Anglers from Ireland, Australia, Poland, Hungary, Japan and the U.S. fish Colorado for America Cup International Fly Fishing Tournament honors. "The America Cup just completed its inaugural competition, featuring 12 five-person teams fishing in four Colorado high country rivers — the Colorado at Dotsero, the Arkansas above Granite, the Blue River at the Blue River Campground and Ten Mile Creek between Frisco and Copper Mountain... One competitor — Irishman Michael Drinen of Team Emerger — traveled to the area prior to the contest to conduct a river master class. Then he proved he knew what he was talking about."
Post blogger Mitch Mulhall takes his son angling on the Fryingpan and writes, "At the end of the day, the one thing I know I could never instill in him he seemed to embrace. I sat on the bank and watched as he worked an A.K. Best blue wing olive to several rising trout in a gently flowing side channel. After a time, I said, 'Three more casts, and it’s time to go.' Ten minutes would go by and I’d make a similar declaration. By the time he grudgingly began reeling in his fly, a good forty minutes had gone by... 'Dad,' he said looking me in the eyes as he was hooking his fly on an eye and wrapping the leader around the reel like he’d been doing it for years, 'I could do this all day.'”
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So absorbed was I in my thoughts, I only partially heard the harsh crackling of nearby brush and breaking limbs. But what happened next brought me leaping to my feet and turned my blood to ice. The journal fell from my hands.
Terrifying roars and bellows filled the air, and sounds of snapping limbs echoed across the river. Whatever it was, it was BIG--and the battle was being joined.
"What the hell was that?" Rex shouted, dropping his pan and scrambling out of the water.
"I'm not sure," I said, as he stopped beside me, breathing hard.
"I don't think we should wait around," Rex said--and at that moment a bull moose stumbled into view, head erect and blood blackening on his torn shoulder. He lowered his rack, as an enormous grizzly rushed at him and swatted the antlers aside. The grizzly charged with his thick neck lowered and extended, and his jaws opened wide as he lunged for the moose's throat. Somehow, the moose avoided the grizzly's teeth, and dug in his haunches so that the muscles in his legs were cable-tight. He countered with a lunge at the bear's chest. Horn ripped through his brown hide, hit bone--and the grizzly roared, but the killing lust was on him...
Continue Reading February 2nd, 2008
In this piece, I hope to dispel a wildly held myth about life in a ski town, which is, if you live in a ski town you ski all the time. The fact is, for me at least, you ski less. I moved to Aspen six years ago and have yet to surpass the number of days I skied each year when I lived in Florida.
Continue Reading February 2nd, 2008
There is cold, and then there’s freeze your (insert genitalia expletive here) off cold. That’s the kind of cold we’ve had this week in Aspen, Colorado. Yesterday, it was 12 degrees below zero.
Continue Reading January 19th, 2008
I was sniffing around the internet for local news when I came upon this story about a new contraption that’s supposed to keep you safe in the event you find yourself being overtaken by an avalanche. In a week that has brought us two fatalities on separate occasions in the East Vail chutes, and a GSPI feature about some hair-raising backcountry travel by one group of intrepid locals, I learn of a device that takes charge of an avalanche critical moments before a beacon has a chance to be useful: the Avalance Airbag System.
Continue Reading January 13th, 2008
I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect?
I was on Brice Street—a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me.
It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it—it was that close. I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me.
Continue Reading December 26th, 2007
Today was my 1st day on the mountain as I am sure it was for most of the people on the hill. Perfect! It was awesome.
The mountain was packed and the lines were long but it was worth the wait to get some runs in. What a way to start off World Cup week. I am sure the ladies will be excited to see all of this lovely snow.
Continue Reading December 2nd, 2007
Sure, it was my idea, as it usually always is. It turned out very well, incredibly well, actually. I couldn't have asked for more. I had this incredible lake to my right, and a serious vertical ski slope a hundred yards in front of me as I soaked in the hot tub on our third floor balcony. This was about as close to Heaven on earth as i could summise.
First of all, my first name is indeed Bobby. The girls always loved that name. My mother, as screwed up as she is, is probably the only person who ever actually called me Bobby. Personally, I hated that name. I thought it too feminine, too gayish, too, ... well not worthy of a guy as comfortable on a horse as I was running over defensive backs. Yet, as I come to grips with turning 40 next month, I am also coming to grips with much more. Honestly? I like the name Bobby. Kind of sexy isn't it? Hah.
Continue Reading November 30th, 2007
Through the years, I've picked up pedal partners during my travels around the world. They've pedaled through 50 states with me for a glimpse of one of the wealthiest societies on the planet. Sometimes, they discover different aspects to the United States of America than what they expected.
Continue Reading November 16th, 2007
"Courage is one thing. A sense of purpose another. When you put them together in one human being, the world can be changed." John Brown, long distance touring rider
That first summer bicycle tour, I pedaled through heavy traffic for the beginning of my coast to coast bicycle adventure. The Los Angeles smog choked me for 100 miles into the Mojave Desert. After crossing the Colorado River, I breathed easier when the ‘Brown Cloud’ flowed south toward Phoenix.
Continue Reading October 27th, 2007
What really shocks me more about this weather is the way people dress. Yes, you finally get to see jackets and scarves in Austin after a long awaited hot summer, but more surprisingly, the lack thereof! How is it possible that I see idiot after idiot—I mean student after student wearing shorts??! Sometimes accompanied by nothing more than a t-shirt! How does this happen? And why am I freezing my (a$$) off while these people seem not to have noticed that it is 50 degrees?!
It also makes me wonder why I’m always the cold one. I never cease to get ridiculed for my low tolerance of cold temperatures (in Texas, this usually comes in the form of overzealous A/C units. Those bastards! And yes, I’m referring to air conditioning units themselves). And while I’m on the topic, what is wrong with the world? Why do we need to waste all this energy on making sure that the fat guy in the front row doesn’t feel a drop of sweat underneath the folds in his man boobs? OK, maybe that’s taking it a little far, but do we really need it to feel like a refrigerator everywhere we go? I mean, I think the novelty of “Come on in, its cool inside!” should be long gone by now, and we can come to an understanding on the temperature! But, again, I would be wrong. And just in case you’re wondering, I have no problem complaining about indoor temperatures, because they are controlled by man. I can’t control the weather, but A/C, now that’s someone’s choice.
Continue Reading October 22nd, 2007
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