more actually

if you superimpose the two picture you can see that the ratio of the two heights of the riders is roughly 1:18. assuming this is 6' tall that gives you a distance of 108' or 36 yards, clearly less than the 300 minimum stated.

im going to have to agree with jesse on this one, clearly the same spot

Actually

The pictures aren't from the same place. If you notice they are on similar but different sections of trail looking the same way. So there.

Them's Some Big Tires

We went skiing just south of Bridger Bowl on Saturday. It was a pretty half-assed attempt but the snow was really, really bad so it was probably better we didn't do anything more ambitious. Lots of hard crust, breakable crust, ice, that sort of junk. The weather was kind of cold and windy too.

Biking the next day at Lewis and Clark caverns was much better. We had a big-ass Bald Eagle dive at us on the interstate, probably the closest I've seen one of those scavengers. They are really big fuckers, thats for sure.

Picture taken by Marshall, Antistropically filtered by Photoshop. . .

Epic Backcountry Adventures

Saturday.
Epic Heights

Epic Tiger Pits




Sunday. The Crazies.

Epic Chutes















Epstrosity

YAAARRRRRRGGG

So there I was, 3:30 yesterday afternoon. Sitting in class with 45 minutes to go.. Listening to my professor jabber about incoherent crap while struggling to understand his broken english and even more broken handwriting..

Then I remembered I had a mint in my pocket.. So I took it out, unwrapped it, and put it in my mouth.. And it was good..

After the Fact

Post King of the Ridge pictures of Ian and me. I'm surprised either of us could still stand.

Pet urine specialist

I'd love to have this job.

'Idol' Trounces Olympics in Ratings War - Yahoo! News

What the hell is this world coming to?

Read more at news.yahoo.com/s/ap/200...

most offensive valentine

sorry if this offends people, but i kind of doubt it.
could be the most offensive, to some, valentine ever made. (I did not make it) but it did make me laugh,
I feel bad for even saying that, jesus. oh well free speech huh stebbins

Inside Bozeman

Ok, we have been talking about this for a while and now it's time to act. What does everyone want to see on this site? I have a free webserver with no ads, the limitations are 60mb storage and all files must be under 300k. If this doesn't work out I'm sure I can find something else. It will always be free, anything more would undermine the foundation of the site in the first place.

I'm thinking sections kind of like Outside Bozeman only from an anti-bozeman/boulder point of view. I'm planning on writing up some stuff about how to be a cheapskate in bozeman, sneaking into bridger, sneaking into shows, the SUB, getting free lunches etc. Jesse is working on something about east coast douchebags in their natural habitat before they come to bozeman. Tarby says he can come up with something, as have Nate, Ehson and Will.

At some point we might sell some stickers and shirts poking fun at local cliches if all goes well.

Anyone and everyone is invited to contribute, let me know what you are thinking and we will work it in. This site is for all of us.

I think that this sums it up -

Image from here.

Seriously, get over it. Learn to take satire and either turn your head or start a sensible dialouge over it, or we'll have to send some abortion clinic-bombing maniacs of our own over to deal with the problem.

What I don't miss about Bozeman...

Although, now i'm in their motherland...

This wouldn't be so funny if it wasn't so true.. A poem written by Pete and recited at some hippy poetry contest a few years ago at the trusties favorite haunt, Aleworks..

The Ballad of the Disgruntled Ski Shop Employee

I’m going to recite a ballad, but different from the rest
Not about the season I love, rather the one I detest
It’s the one with cold winds, and Christmas Lights aglow
The months of slippery sidewalks and blowing drifts of snow
But forget about the chill that makes you shiver like a ghost
The dreadlocked ski bum culture is what I hate the most
Hippies, Telemarkers and trustfunder’s too
wearing fleece, carhartts and Birkenstock shoes
Shopping at the Co-Op, and sporting Goretex
Yet telling us all their finances are wrecked
Talking of snow and how much came down
In patchouli scented circles, sitting in the Molly Brown
Speaking of lines, and of powder so sick
Always on their arm, a hairy legged chick.
Then its off quickly to the LaParilla store,
Your organic apple was not up to the chore
Of curing the munchies, you’ve lately acquired
From the grade A weed that you so, so desire
You return quickly home, after the feast
Searching the mailbox for the check from back east
Jump into the yellow XTERRA that Daddy bought you
Don’t tell us you worked hard for it, we know its not true
With speakers blasting Widespread, oh the memories these guys trigger
Hopping into the passenger seat, is your black lab named Bridger
Then off to the ski store, to see what’s to see
To work your bro down magic, on poor shop guys like me
To beg for a deal on ski boots by Garmont
Fuck you Hippy, go back to Vermont.

PS: He won the contest and three Bridger passes

Here are some from last week.

Marshall and I did the Randonee Rally at Bridger Bowl on Saturday. It was very difficult but rewarding. It involved lots of skinning and boot packing up hill and some sketchy icy descents. The only pictures I got were of the sunrise, which was a nice one.

The other two are from playing hookey on Tuesday to ski big sky on what will probably be one of their best days of the season.










Sunrise the day of the randonee rally












Marshall on Tuesday making it look deep

Dave, moments before his bindings decided to spontaneously release

Hyalite lake, or the Turns that Cost 3 Hours Each

Marshall and I decided to go ski on Hyalite peak yesterday. It wasn't particularly early, around 9 am but it was early for us. We anticipated skiing out in the dark and were well prepared for the adventure. The road was in pretty good shape but there was a kind of giant five foot spaced snowmobile washboard that made it a slow drive. Two hours later we had parked the car off the road by backing over some two by ten boards laid out over the soft snow. Boards like those are a key tool to have when venturing up Hyalite. We also had 3 good shovels, two tow straps and four tire chains.

Then we started skinning up Hyalite lake trail. It was 5.5 miles to the lake but we figured we could still get a run or so in before it got dark. Three hours later we were still skinning. The giant snowmobile washboard covered the trail so we were skinning up and over two foot high mounds the entire time. We got to the base of what we were going to ski and went up. We got to a nice starting point and began preparing for our descent. It was a bout 4:30 so we wanted to get as far out as we could before it got dark. The skiing was really good; the snow was nice and the terrain was really fun. Kujo got sprayed with some snow and we jumped
off some small cliffs.




Then the fun started. The trail was not steep enough to ride out all the way on, so we ended up doing a combination of x/c skating and out of control flying over the previously mentioned bumps and arrived back at the car at 7 pm. Then we got stuck a couple of times. We eventually took off the chains that had been digging holes and lowered the tire pressure to 15psi on all four tires and motored right out of the hole we had previously dug. It was 9pm and we hoped our troubles were over.





Then we came across some ice fisherman in a bit of a predicament. Hyalite road is plenty wide for two cars to pass but the snow on the edges is much softer than in the middle so passing often results in getting stuck. These guys were really stuck trying to pass an abandoned buried subaru on a hill. We did a lot of digging, pushing and pulling and they finally gave up at around 11:30 pm. We got them to back down the road and turn around. They were very grateful and geve us some pints of old mill and we had a safety meeting. It was then smooth sailing, or rather obnoxious bouncing on washboard all the way to the mouth of the canyon. We made it back into Bozeman at around midnight. We had done about 5 hours of digging and pushing, destroyed both 2 by 10 boards and used every tool and technique we knew.





We returned a panicked phone call from our worried friends and found out that the sheriff had actually heard that our car was stuck up Hyalite. Our friends had actually started up the road to Hyalite to look for us and at the last minute got another report from the sheriff that we were ok. It is nice to have people willing to do that for you, and we were certainly grateful.

So all in all it was around 14 hours of effort for one ski run. It was a really good run, but I'm not sure it was worth 13 hours of constant effort. We were once again reminded that going up Hyalite road in the winter is never as easy as it sounds.

Sharon's Neurotransmitters Reach Cease-Fire Agreement

January 25, 2006 | Issue 42•04

JERUSALEM—After more than 77 years under constant fire, the neurotransmitters of Israeli Prime Minister Ariel Sharon's brain could be nearing a truce. "These endless, often senseless patterns of never-ending discharge must come to an end," a spokesman for Sharon's neurostructure told reporters. "Activity has already slowed considerably since the violent blood-clot explosion in his brain earlier this month. We expect a total cessation of cranial nerve firings within two weeks." Observers are unsure whether the cease-fire will bring peace to Sharon's war-torn cranial region, but they remain guardedly optimistic.

Ski documentation

Big sky gps track. Had 40 miles of accumulated distance with a max speed of 87.5mph.
Rock out.

40hands

It was a great success/terrible failure depending on how you looked at it. I fell down at least 3 times walking home that night. 80 oz of malt liquor is definately a bad idea. More pictures here

Edward 40-Hands

Tonight at 12th and Curtiss 8:00PM MST

Last weekends biking pictures

Here are a couple from the Lewis and Clark Caverns bike ride Ian, Marshall and myself did on Sunday. A couple of inches or less of dry snow on frozen trail made for some fun riding. Especially considering it was in Montana in January.