Still a wanderer.
Well, I can admit it, I haven’t been too forward lately. In fact, I haven’t been in any sort of communication whatsoever. Sorry… I have been feeling nomadic, reading Kerouac, skiing powder, seeking refuge in Canada, mourning, meeting new people, spending days and nights with old ones, cooking, biking, dreaming… You know, the usual. After the greatest contest on skis was over I couldn’t stomach the idea of going back to Salt Lake City, where I had been looking for an excuse to leave for the past three months, so when I had the opportunity to take a ride to Seattle I took it. I stayed in Seattle for a couple of days with a great old friend, then took the Greyhound north to Bellingham to stay with my friend/photographer Grant Gunderson. Since staying with him we have been skiing lots and lots of powder and getting some good times shooting days in. Since I have had no ticket anywhere and no car with me and no one else that I am traveling with it has been my charge to revel in this structureless time away. I went purely for a vacation to Whistler for a couple of days and it was incredible. Wonderful people. Wonderful. Right here at this present moment I am back in the soft sweaty grasp of Bellingham getting my mind and body ready to go meet Chris Benchetler up at Mike Weigles heli in Blue River, BC for some good ‘ol timey pow skiing, some jumping, maybe even a little bit of big mountain skiing if they are feeling like being skied.
In the mean time between now and whenever I feel like writing to you again listen to this song:
Bon Iver: Skinny Love
