Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Good times at Outdoor Retailer

I spent a few days last week roaming the Salt Palace convention center in Salt Lake for the 2008 winter Outdoor Retailer tradeshow. While there, we witnessed the building across the street from the convention center, formerly DV8 nightclub, burn to the ground--quite a spectacle. When I first noticed the plume of black smoke, I thought someone had left a bagel in the toaster over at the Mormon Temple -- no such luck.
Anyhow, it was great to be at the show, see all of the new and innovative gear for 2008, and to catch up with friends. I've been attending this tradeshow for 10 years now, and after awhile the "Wow" factor slows down a bit. However, there's always something there that excites me enough that I can't leave the show without one in my possession. This year, I came home with two new items, and I'm excited to use both on our upcoming trip.

1. Steripen Adventure: If you've ever experienced the joy of Giardia or amoebic dysentery, then you'll want to own a Steripen. This gadget, about the size of a good Cuban pyramide, purifies questionable drinking water in a few minutes using ultraviolet radiation. Just hit the switch, dip it in your Nalgene, wait a few minutes and the green light will indicate when it's safe to gulp. The technology has been available for a few years now, but the new Adventurer and Traveler models are smaller and lighter.

2. Next up is the Chockstone Primaloft jacket from Sierra Designs. A great all around, compressible, insulated jacket with a sweet, hood. It's got thumb thongs, packs into its own pocket, the hood cinches down so it wraps your head like a do-rag. AND it's even waterproof breathable, thanks to the Drizone membrane. I'm really excited to wear this jacket for penguin hunting in rainy Tierra del Fuego next week :)I think we're good to go on equipment for the trip--maybe we're even over the top--but that's how we roll. It's hard not to overdo it when you've worked for an outdoor gear retailer for nine years. We're counting the hours to departure at this point, starving ourselves in anticipation of Buenos Aires meals, and watching the weather forecasts from BA to Ushuaia!!!

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Patagonia countdown :)


We're only a few weeks out from departure on our wild Patagonian adventure after a solid six weeks of planning. I've been reading the final pages of Bruce Chatwin's In Patagonia, perhaps the coolest travel tale ever written ... except for Kerouac's On the Road. Annie is brushing up on her Espanol skills as I type, the flights are dialed in, most of our lodging is reserved and our staging area in the basement is overflowing with a rainbow of ripstop and cordura.Our loose itinerary is as follows.


  • Fly to Buenos Aires for a few days of the cosmo life in Palermo Viejo. Vino rojo y parilla y asado ... lots of grass fed Argentine beef ....

  • Dump the stylish urban comforts, and fly to the end of world, Ushuaia, Tierra Del Fuego to gorge ourselves on centolla, the southern king crab.

  • North to El Calafate to recover from the crab coma with few days of relaxing and fly fishing

  • Chase rheas, guanacos, flamingos and penguins hoping to capture just a few great images.

  • South to Chile to explore Torres Del Paine national park near Puerto Natales.

  • North to El Calafate, then further north to El Chalten to explore the Los Glaciares NP and trek in the shadows of Cerro Torre and Mt. FitzRoy

  • Question the meaning of life and consider throwing it all away for a life of guiding tourists in a small South American mountain town ...

  • Fish, mountain bike, hike, drink mate ... relax

  • Head back to reality in Colorado :)

Sunday, December 2, 2007

Patagonia, coming soon ...

Torres Del Paine N.P. near Puerto Natales, Chile.

Moab White Rim Moto Adventure


It's been a super long time since I've posted here, but that doesn't mean the adventures have ended. About a month ago, October 20th, I rode out to Moab on my GS to sample the red sand on my big 1200.
I rode out from Denver with friend Tom Gordon, through questionable weather. Vail Pass was chilly, but the roads were free of snow, so we cruised without incident. As we crossed into Utah, and turned south through Cisco, past Dewey Bridge along the Colorado River, we witnessed a blazing sunset on Fisher Towers.

We rolled through Moab just after dusk, stopping into the City Market for a few provisions, before heading out to the campsite to hook up with friends. We had a great site at the Gold Bar campground, right on the river. The fire was hot and the beer cold, when we arrived.

My new PIAA 520 lights threw out UFO quality brightness, which made me much more comfortable riding at night. I'm always looking out for a stray animal that wants to throw itself in front my bike.

The Potash road into Moab winds gently along the Colorado, between Tamarac bushes and some of the best sandstone slab in the country. Since our camp was about 10 miles outside of town, we got to ride the stretch of road several times during our stay. It never gets boring, although the scenery is distracting enough that you have to focus on keep your eyes on the road.






I'd ridden the White Rim in the spring of 2006 on a smaller, F650 Dakar, and found the terrain manageable overall. However, I was a little anxious to see how the 1200GS would handle this 90-mile stretch of backcountry dirt and rock. The 1200 is heavier, and would be much more expensive to repair if I had a high speed dismount. There are only a few spots on the White Rim that are concerning on a motorbike, and we all took everything in stride with no major crashes in our nine hour day. As we made our final ascent from canyon, we did run directly into a monster wind and rain storm which could've stopped us in our tracks if it had arrived 20 minutes earlier. We were lucky.


Relaxing for a few minutes between Rally sessions. We took breaks about every 10 miles of riding to enjoy the scenery and talk about near crashes!

This is a photo of "Crazy Matt," who is the first person I've met who rides a Nitrous injected BMW.









Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Bighorn and Cody fly fishing

Annie and I went north last weekend to fish near Cody, Wyoming and in the Bighorn mountains. Epic of course--that is the only way we roll. I won't bore myself (my only reader) with another long fishing story about gargantuan cutthroats and rainbows. Nor will I mention a slightly unnerving encounter with a 2,000-pound, pissed off, bull moose. I'll also not discuss the secret stretch of magical water known as the North Tongue, that's so stuffed with 20" trout, that you could just reach in and pull out a sushi roll .... I'll just post a few photos instead!


Annie and our talented guide, Scott Sweebe of Eastgate Anglers, are stalking monsters in Newton lake near Cody. The local rivers were blown out with mud, thanks to some recent rainfall, so we were limited to lake fishing in Cody.



This is a friendly bull moose we found munching on some willows in the Bighorns. He was pretty mellow, even though I think I intimidated him a bit.





Here I am holding one the many fish I plucked from this stream, using a secret weapon of a fly, which I'm unable to disclose. Anyhow, this guy was tucked up next to a small pour over and chased my fly 10 feet into the creek before gobbling it up like an idiot. Just kidding, he seemed kind of smart ... I was just smarter. I guess that's not much to brag about.






And, finally, here's Annie with her first fish ever. Three firsts: first time ever catching a fish, first time ever catching a fish on a fly rod (much more difficult than catching fish with dynamite) and first time ever refusing to hold a fish for a photograph.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

A Dose of Medicine ... Bow

Yet another installation in the Hell's Anglers saga, Steve "Tater" Tatarchuk and I rolled fast on a Friday night a few weeks ago for a weekend backpacking trip in the Medicine Bow Range near Centennial, Wyo. These mountains are pristine, untraveled and majestic like the national anthem ... or a bald eagle.

Anyhow, after a quick two hour throttle-fest from the office over a few passes and hairpins, we arrived at the trailhead where we were greeted by a flock of mosquitoes. After a quick Deet bath and organizing the alcohol and guns, we set out for three hour hike shouldering 50 pounds each of ammunition, fishing supplies, bratwurst and beer (yes, we forgot the tents and sleeping bags).

Here's a photo of me at some watering hole/greasy burger joint in Centennial. Nothin' like a cheerburger, fries and beer after you've been stuck in the wilderness with nothing to eat but bratwurst and beer for a few days ... makes sense, right?

Steve is in the photo above, wondering if that noise behind us is a bear.

Outdoor Retailer Moto journey


There is no better way for business travel than via motorbike. I recently rode from Fort Collins to Salt Lake City for the summer Outdoor Retailer tradeshow, taking the scenic route both ways.
Combining business with pleasure is only way to go. That's why I've chosen a career in the outdoor industry. You've got to enjoy life ... stop and smell the sunflowers!


Our trip out followed Hwy. 14 Poudre Canyon to over Cameron Pass to Walden, through Steamboat Springs on 40 through Dinosaur, Vernal, Heber, Park City and to SLC. A great ride, but nothing compared to our route home.

We put in back to back 9 hour days riding from SLC through Provo Canyon south to Moab and finally Cortez and Durango Colorado--a great day. Day 2 was an epic, Durango over Molas Pass to Silverton, over Red Mountain Pass to Ouray, Gunnison, Blue Mesa reservoir over Monarch Pass, then Red Hill Pass and into Denver. This was about 350 miles straight of bitchen, high-speed twisties, abusing our bikes the whole way. Wow.



We took a few minutes near Moab to get our bikes dirty in the red sand. No spills, but my clutch was not happy!




Cheers!