Holiday Present for Nitro?

Too Bad He Missed..

Because everything should taste like bacon

My receipt for Bacconaise bacon spread

when only the best will do

NIN

I would highly recommend seeing nine inch nails if the opportunity ever arises.

That's the enourmous screen behind the stage as seen by my shitty camera phone before the encore performance.

Awesome

Your Mom

thanks Ehson

YESSSS

I bet you can buy one of these at "Get Some!" Marshall. . .

Yet another reason coffee is awesome

(even if non-dairy creamer tastes like ass)
From Tyler:

 

Because fireroad climbs are always better with beer in hand...

Vacation

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Jesse took this one of Chase happy to see Josh. Awesome.

Ah Japanese ingenuity

Mike and Katie's 911 Porsche Targa Restoration

Hey Bozemanites....check out the blog on the 911 Porsche Targa Mike and I are restoring. Fun stuff :)

http://mk911.blogspot.com

August Turns

For your entertainment, we entered this in a trip report contest at Tetonat.com

Photos referenced by filename - author
(Boots and beer - Joe W.)


Turns every month? Yeah, lot’s of hard-chargin’ ski folk love to talk about it but few ever make good on promises made. Summer and fall usually involve too many other things of interest. Skiing usually nasty summer snowpack can go low on the list quite easily. However, living in Southwest Montana this past year has given us a prime opportunity to make good on such a lofty goal. Plentiful snow from October until mid June kept some interesting white stuff around well into August. Well, we decided it was time to do good and make our mamas proud.


Now being good Bozemanites, we didn’t want to waste valuable mountain biking and firearm discharging time. Therefore, we opted for the easiest target we could find this August: The Tusk on Elephant Mountain. It’s visibility from town and association with underrated Fleetwood Mac albums made it a perfect choice. This line taunts as you gaze towards Mount Blackmore, a shimmering white sliver on a palette of brown rock. The Tusk in summer comforts intrepid skiers like a slash of white goo oozing from a crack on a burnt marshmallow.


(from a distance photo - Joe W.)




It was August 31st and the temperatures were pleasantly cool for hiking. We were counting on the exquisitely crappy snow conditions. Opinions ranged from something resembling glacial ice to rock infested suncups or even unadulterated rain crust. However, being the ever prepared, intrepid, mountain travelers, we armed ourselves with plentiful supplies of Mountain Assult Juice. We figured an 18 pack of Oly and two limes would certainly get the job done.

Alan decided to bike up the trail a ways since hiking down hill with skis on a pack is about as much fun as running, which is about as much fun as exploratory rectal surgery with a boat propeller. Joe and I decided to walk, since it was easier to drink beer that way. It turned out the two of us made the proper decision, as the added weight of skis and telemark boots on the back of the bike rider resulted in a nasty, helmet-less face plant. From this point on, Alan transformed into Massive Headwound Alan due to the nice inch long gash on his forehead. Fortunately, we were equipped with medical essentials. This unfortunate misstep lead to a productive meeting on the topic of safety and a round of Oly's. Shaken, but not defeated, we continued onwards.

(trail hiking photo - John P)



After too long on the trail we reached our objective. The Tusk was towering over us like the current financial crisis. There was no bailout for us though. It honestly didn't look too bad, so we climbed up to the base of the snow.

Sure enough, the snow conditions were rock hard neve with massive, dirty suncups and rocks frozen into the surface. We celebrated our findings with another round of Oly's.

(headwound alan photo - Joe W.)


Then it was time for the boot pack. The line was around 600-700 vertical feet and 30-45 degrees. It would be quite a fun run in good conditions. However, we weren’t looking for good conditions. We were looking for something more. We were looking for a reason to drink more Oly. Upwards we charged, mentally lashing our out-of-ski-shape legs for more output. The top was only a boardswitdth wide and the bottom fanned out much wider before ending in pointy rocks. Crampons became mandatory as the conditions were prime for accidental high-speed glissading into talus, and because we are such rad snowriders we own crampons and need excuses to use them.

(hiking up - John P)


Before too long, we were at the top.

(the top - photo Joe Wojciechowski)

(the top looking down -photo jp)


We were all a bit sketched out. None of us had been out on boards for a while, and the Oly wasn’t quite as strong a confidence booster as was required. Oh no! We forgot the lime! So, it was an awkward changeover at the top. As expected, the turns were quite bad and bordering on hideous. A long season of edge reduction programs from the rocky slopes at Bridger Bowl left skis and snowboard alike chattering along the icy surface. Fortunately, the rocks frozen into the sun-cups provided some nice purchase when the situation got dire.

(iceboarding - alan S.)


(joe at bottom - john p)



Then it was over. There was no discussion about going up for seconds, as firsts were quite enough for all of us. The victory lap consisted of Olys chilled in refreshing, cold summer runoff. All that remained was the downhill hike back out with the heavy packs and a bunch of dirty ski junk. After a summer of railing down trails on mountain bikes it was pretty tough to go back to walking down hill with ski packs. Fortunately, there were a few cans of Oly left to cushion the blow. The hike was pretty uneventful, except for an encounter with a group of horses who apparently had eaten a lot of grass before their trip up the trail. Navigating around this thing was the most difficult part of the trip. Mother of Fighting Jesus, that was something. Regardless, we finished successfully, with a sense of satisfaction mixed with dread about how bad the next months trip would be unless we sacked up and skied something more likely to not suck. (for the record, we didn't and the next month the tusk was way worse.)

(poop- john p)

Sweet

MTV opened up their entire archive to the internets.. There's some good stuff here.

Aphex Twin |MTV Music

Cats.

Snoop Dogg, restoring my faith in commercials.

another good one
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z1rIVTAM40M&feature=related

Muhahaha!

JOHN!!!!! PUSH-UP CONTEST!

Ah the joy of having a keg by noon on a snowy Saturday...


The first of many pick-up push up contests to the bafflement of Oktoberfest onlookers....
John had to strip off the suspenders of the lederhosen for this one.

this weekends forecast

Looks like a good weekend to drink beer out of a liter stein to me.

Some Oldies

From Nostalgia

There are a few more in that album..

Laine is training for next season

Fear and Caving in Idaho and Wyoming

Breakfast of champions.

You might consider playing this before going further:

From Caving

The Wind Cave has a cool entrance

From Caving

Reverse cursive headlamps


We were 2 hours outside of Bishop Mountain lookout when the drugs took hold.



Kujo wasn't impressed


We took a wrong turn (or 5) and the next thing we knew Mexican radio was all we could get. . .

But then we found the cave, and headed in.

From Caving

All the pics link to the album

Party in the Civil Defense Caves

For those of you who weren't there, we went into the Civil Defense Caves in Idaho on Sunday to find a shitload of glowsticks necklaces and the like. We mentioned looking it up because do to the magnitude of glowy things it seemed like there had to be a lot of people or a lot of parties....

What I found on BYU activites guide: "PARTY Students share tips on planning perfect gatherings"

“We had a dance in a cave — the Civil Defense Caves. They’re about 19 miles north of Rexburg. We had generators, a huge stereo system, a disco ball and strobe lights. It was awesome,” Chad Johnson, a junior from Kimberly, Idaho, said.

When planning the perfect party, do not forget the standard BYU-I holds. Big college parties do not have to include drugs, alcohol or making out.

“I always just thought that parties without alcohol are the best. People are themselves. They’re not acting weird because of the drugs,” Rachelle Munn, a sophomore from Prosser, Wash., said.

http://www.byui.edu/scroll/archive/20030916/special3.html

Explains the lack of beer cans but I didn't know they would leave so much trash behind.

Rap Battle Gone Bad Translated - Watch more free videos

From the archives

I got a new computer with a bunch of hard drive space, so I'm copying my archived pictures from way back onto it. I'll have more when it's finished, way more dating back to 2001..


Sorry Nate, but that car sucked wicked bad..