Chicago is in the middle, both geographically and symbolically. It has the expectations of New York but strives for the fun of Los Angeles. It has both and neither.
It's time I admit it. I get crushes. I see beautiful faces that are just my type, and I feel an insatiable yearning for them. I take photos, spend hours stalking them on the internet, and borrow books to find out how to approach them. I just want to get out there and spend time on these faces, but still dream about them day and night until I live my fantasy. I'm talking about mountains. What did you think I was talking about?
While I was certainly stoked for Zack, Sara, and especially my mom for finishing, the real winner of the weekend was my Dad, who competed in the half-Ironman competition of the race. We completed our entire 0.5 mile swim, 13.5 mile bike and 3.5 mile run during the time he was only on the 50+ mile bike portion of his event. It took him 6 hours and 17 minutes to complete the grueling race, and he was pooped at the end to say the least. Way to go pops!
(Editor’s Note:I skied this line back in 2009 with Jenny. I didn’t really take any pictures the second time around, so I’ll point you to Collin’s well-written post about our Memorial Day Mission.)
On May 28th Jon Jay and I set out for an early morning assault toward a thin Box Creek Cirque on Mt. Elbert. I climbed Mt. Massive over 5 years ago and have wanted to get after Elbert for a while now. However, I figured if I was going to climb it, I’d rather get a good ski in as well. I’d just been waiting for the right time and Jon was down for the trip… it was on!
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