Christening of the bowl

So along with giving one of the bowls away as a wedding gift, I gave the other to my parents for the holidays. Last night, we finally used it for the first time with some of my dad’s amazing salad!! Hells yeah!

I love my hometown!

How can you grow up in a town like this and not feel inspired, pumped, amped, or any other epic term that you could think of? You look in one direction and the mountain sits there with amazing skiing, biking, hiking and wildlife. In the other? Howelson hill, where hundreds of amazing athletes grew up using it as their playground. Not the view you were looking for? Look towards sleeping giant mountain and tens of thousands of acres of beautiful rolling farmland. Oh yeah. Beat that.

It came!!

Finally, the time has come and the snow is falling. The logical way to celebrate? Make your parents some snowball Margaritas, of course! Actually the real story is that we didn't have ice. But, it’s still cool!

Ta da! – just a few months late!

Because of school I missed her wedding, but there was no way that I was going to miss seeing their faces while they unwrapped the wedding gift! After getting way too much super glue on my hands and learning more about bevels than I knew from skiing (surprising, I know!), I finished the bowl, stunk up the house, buffed it up and gave it away! I think they like it! Now, it is just time to make some more!!

No snow? No problem!

Since the snow gods seemed to be slacking off, we decided to take advantage of the warm weather and visit some friends in Salida Colorado. Plus, as old lore goes, when you leave town, there is sure to be a dumping!

In Salida we found some amazing food, hikes, local flavor and great art. It was really amazing! Salida was like steamboat if you took away the troves of tourists and had all of the shops local. On top of all that, our friends' house was beautiful and they had four fun-loving dogs to boot! By the end of the trip we were ready to come back the next weekend, but alas, it did snow while we were away!

Horace the horrible

We sorely needed a mouser. Not just any mouser, but a hardy one for up in clark at our ranch. So we headed down to the shelter and asked if we could adopt a feral cat. They offered us horrace the horrible, so we got all of our papers in order, bought a carrier and picked up horrace from the shelter. Once horrace was in the car, we read the file. Over his name, feral had bee crossed out and semi feral was penciled in. At 25 pounds, if horrace was semi feral, does that mean that he is just a lazy giant? Well, he is up at te cabing now and I guess we will just need to wait and find out!

OOfta

Hunting isn’t easy – the hike in, the stalk, the cold, and if you are lucky, the haul out. But more importantly, if you do get extremely lucky (or extremely good) it doesn’t get easier. You see if you get a trophy elk, you need to mount it. And if you mount it, you need to carry it and hang it up and an elk isn’t exactly light! Here I am helping  friend carry his mount into the car so he could hang it up.