When I sat down this spring for brunch with Blake Jorgenson at Alpine Café, around the corner from his office, he was about to hit the road… Sea Otter, Nepal to shoot for Red Bull on Freeride’s new mountain bike film and then on to Utah. In addition to owning a worn-out passport, I discovered…
Give Me Air – Rocking the Whistler Mountain Bike Park with the TREK Dirt Series
Last week, I took my brake-clenching, rear-wheel-skidding ways to the TREK Dirt Series’ Whistler Camp to see if I could benefit from a little mountain bike tuition. It fit with my summer resolution, to ride, as much as I write about riding. And having worked on projects for the Whistler Mountain Bike Park and Crankworx,…
Can you Pee in it? The Official R-280 Arc’teryx Harness Review
Technically, you can make yourself a harness with a piece of webbing, looping it around your waist and up between your legs like a Swami belt. This might be technically possible, (props to you, pioneers of rock, for all that you did with webbing, hemp, leather boots and cojones), but it’s aesthetically ridiculous and profoundly…
What Editors Want. (Time Machines, Genius Talent and Awesomeness.)
In Vancouver, New York and Zurich, they have Creative Mornings, a monthly breakfast lecture series for creative types who can get up early. In Whistler, we’ve got The Point. It’s a slightly less hi-fi version of the urban hipster creative klatches. But well worth putting on your radar, if only because the old Youth Hostel…
5 Things My Dad Taught Me
My old man is not much given to pronouncements or proselytising or penning poetic letters of advice. He’s more of an armchair philosopher who ponders aloud such thoughts as “I wonder if the secret to marriage might be to always live in separate houses.” My response to most of the “advice” he offered in such fashion…
The poetry of mountain biking, part 2.
Over the past 12 months, I’ve logged a few hours doing trail improvements in Pemberton. Well, mostly I battle mosquitoes. And fill buckets with mineral earth to shuttle back and forth, while the people with real skills build bridges and berms and analyze lines and tell me where to go next. But the tally of…
Proof that mountain bikers can appreciate poetry.
The most particular client feedback I’ve received this year, came, unexpectedly, for copy for ads for the Whistler Mountain Bike Park. (If they’re that particular about a word, you know they really care about the dirt.) I was writing the copy for a series of ads for the Whistler Mountain Bike Park, that would pick…
Sleeping in Sitkas – In Praise of Treehouses
The first time I slept outside without a roof or a tent fly, I felt as vulnerable as a bowl of kibble. But the exhilaration of waking up to meteor streaks had me hooked. The solution? Get up off the ground where the snuffling animals roam and take to the trees. Call it a nest…
Patience, grasshopper.
Yesterday, I planted some seeds in the garden. Cold-hardy things that the seed packets promised could be started in April. I just couldn’t wait any longer. Today, I woke up and ran outside, to see if anything had happened. All the garden bed had for me (NO signs of life! no sprouts! no little seedlings!)…
Spring in Pemberton means snowmelt and… poo
The challenge? Remind dog-owners to pick up after their pooches. The solution? Ruby. Champion for the Turd-Free Trails Forever movement. I mean, how could you resist? (File this under Local Government Best Practices.)
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