This past January the old man and I made our way down to Silverton for a few days at my favorite Colorado ski resort. This trip has sort of become a father/son ritual over the past few years, and hopefully will remain so for many to come. After Silverton we stopped by Telluride for a day and skied, sort of accidentally, an apparently somewhat notorious slackcountry run. Keep reading…
Anna-Lisa and I decided to take up an invitation to Telluride over the 4th for some hiking, climbing, and sightseeing action. On Friday the 2nd we loaded up the Accord with climbing and camping gear and began the long haul through the Rockies. Also along on the trip (in fact the whole thing was their idea) was Carl, his wife Dayna, and her sister Denise. One of the primary goals for this trip was to summit Mt. Wilson as it was Carl’s final 14er on his list of 58. Keep reading…