Brrrrr Rabbit!

I never get tired of cross country skiing in Teton Valley. It's a great way to get outside, ski with the dogs and get in a good workout to keep those holiday pounds from sneaking in. We are lucky to have front door access to so many beautiful places to ski. It never gets old.

Grow Up? NEVER!!!

We had to take a "normal" picture. You know, for the folks. 

But don't worry. We can't be "normal" too long.

Tour de South

It was great to be back on home turf  for a couple of weeks to visit with family and friends. I kicked off my tour by hijacking my mothers car and heading directly to Nashville to see some music (no, NOT country music) followed by some much needed family time in Knoxville. Having the opportunity to spend time with my awesome 100 year old Grandma was priceless. I was just happy she knew who I was everyday. After a few days home I ventured over to Durham and Asheville North Carolina (I LOVE ASHEVILLE!) to visit friends and to hike, then back to TN to close the tour. I was pretty excited to leave Teton Valley since winter started early this year---late September. No kidding. Getting back East during the peak of fall colors and 60-70 degree temps was a real treat. It was also nice to miss most of the "mud season" in Teton Valley and return to a white snowy winter wonderland. I love where I live.

Golf Day!

I'm certain this blog entry will make my Dad proud. Hey Dad, remember those golf lessons I took years ago? I guess it's like riding a bike. After a few ugly drives I got the hang of it again and sent the ball flyin'! I think wearing the argyle sweater & socks helped too.

Don't forget to warm up by stretching!

One handed putt

Karen is sporting some sporty sock gaiters

Testing the wind direction

A Superman cape is sure to help ones game

This is me just barely missing the putt

I'm a mich better pool player than golfer. I made this shot!

Beautiful

Valley of Walls

Another trip into the Wind River Mountains.

Wind River Off Trail

   This was an off trail loop we hiked last week. When we left the house to start hiking the weather forecast look great! Clear with only a 20% chance of rain for one of the 3 days we were out. However, the way mountain weather goes the forecast changed dramatically after we hit the dirt. We experienced a ridiculous amount of rain, hail, sleet and snow (up high) with just enough sunshine to tease and taunt us. Normally wet weather like this is not a problem since we were adequately prepared. But this trip was almost entirely off trail where most of our route is on slippery wet granite. Even in the dense vegetation the ground was slippery. Our river crossings became waist high in swift water often re-routing our way. During one waist high river crossing I remember looking up at the sky watching lightning bolts rip across the sky. Sheesh...And all of the wet granite would become too steep for travel due to how slippery it was from the rainfall. On our second evening I took a hard fall down some steep granite resulting in much needed stitches in my hand. This was a flapper and it was deep. Blood was pouring out of my hand so I threw off my pack, grabbed my first aid kit, poured water on the hole, applied pressure with gauze, wrapped it up and continued hiking in the dark for a few more minutes until we deemed travel too dangerous at night off trail and over slippery steep wet granite. We hastily set up camp during a storm in the middle of a boulder field since most of these lakes had zero shoreline. Just cliffs and scree fields running straight into the lakes. Not the best place to camp when needing a good nights sleep. Oh, and my injured hand didn't start throbbing in pain until I climbed into my sleeping bag. Wow. Ouch.... Our last day took us 7 hours to hike 2.5 miles due to more bad weather, slick rock, no trail & constantly getting cliffed out which prevented us from proceeding. We begrudgingly crawled crossed an unstable bobbing and moving log jam to make it back to the trailhead. This was after we decided against swimming across the lake on a 43 degree windy day... Thankfully we crossed the log jam without incident. We knew how stupid and dangerous it was to cross but out of sheer desperation to get out of the woods and get myself to the doctor for stitches pushed us on---not to mention we wanted some damn cheeseburgers! It was an epic adventure no doubt. My girlfriend I brought with me (to have her first Wind River experience) luckily still speaks to me. 

Never cross a log jam! It's too dangerous!