Sleep. Sleep is good when you can get it. Your body and mind need it. It helps you heal from your day's activities, helps your mind to rest and recharge. Without sleep, your mind becomes dull, your short term memory gets weak, your muscle coordination suffers and you get sick. Life without sleep, or life with poor sleep sucks.
On the positive side, I've been out skiing and adventuring a bit since my last post. I spent a few hours at Alta with my wife and kids the week before Christmas and did a few runs getting my older girl warmed up for the season, and getting the younger ready for the new season of learning ahead. My wife and I did a few runs doing constant "pizza" supporting one girl from lift to end of slope. In the end, we all had a god time together in the out of door...and the hot cocoa didn't hurt either!
Sunday after Christmas, I meet up with old friends "Crazy" Rob and Eric, and they invite me to do a little backcountry run up Grizzly Gulch with them. Rob and I go back to 1996. He was in Moab raft guiding for the summer and was living in a cave eating Ramen noodle or river lunch leftovers or maybe kangaroo rats. He seemed to be unable to stay employed as a guide for doing things like abandoning his tourist laden raft midstream by diving into the river, swimming to shore and then hitch hiking back to Moab- while being employed conducting a 13 mile raft trip (tour) on the Colorado River.
When I first met him, he and a friend were trying to teach themselves to "roll" a whitewater kayak while in an eddy while one of them read from a Outside Magazine "How to Whitewater Kayak" condensed instructional book, while the other was in the kayak trying to do as the photo's demonstrated. It looked to me like they were trying to drown themselves, so I told them to use the book for toilet paper or campfire starter and showed them a few things (I was a whitewater kayaking instructor at the time and was actually on a lesson taking a lunch break).
I kept seeing him around town and the river and thought he was a little mentally unstable, but in a non-threatening somewhat entertaining way, so I invited him to sleep on a couch in the living room of the basement apartment where I was staying. I told him there was a freezer full of elk meat and to help himself to food or whatever. Rob stayed there maybe a month and we got to be good friends and went on a few cool whitewater adventures together.
Rob is the guy, almost 11 years later when we met up again for the first time since Moab, who is responsible for introducing my wife and I.
Anyway, the three of us took off into a blizzard with below zero wind chill temps into the wilds (kinda an exaggeration) of the Wasatch. We skinned up Grizzly Gulch, me lagging behind due to lack of acclimation (we were at just below 9000 ft) and from being out of shape for skinning (ascending a trail with removable "climbing skins" on the bottoms of our skis).
Rob and Eric were gracious and would wait for me every 10-15 minutes to catch up.
About midway into the climb, my right leg basically went numb, which made for some awkward skinning, especially when my right leg was the up-slope leg.
I didn't give up or whine too much, even though it would have been easy to do so, and we eventually made it to about 11000 ft on Mt Wolverine. Here we took off our climbing skins and got the reward for our struggles (mine actually, neither of them seemed to be struggling or even really sweating). Rob lead the way, then I, then Eric took the sweep and we made turn in mid thigh deep Wasatch powder that was as soft as a kitten's belly. Fluff would fly over our heads and it was snorkel depth when I made my tele turns, Heaven!
Below the steeps, we had to slog through the low slope meadows due to the depth of the freshly fallen snow.
2 hours up and like 20 minutes down, making deep turns and loving life.
We got to our trucks with hungry bellies, but were full of the excitement and accomplishment of a good day with friends sweating and struggling (me again) together in the mountains! Thanks bros!