Super Extra Blue

Training. Racing. Adventure. by the Boys of the North
~ Wednesday, April 10 ~
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YES. Behind the scenes.


~ Thursday, March 21 ~
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Haters gonna hate

The man has it on his jacket. ON HIS JACKET.

(Source: oliviajonasson)


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~ Monday, February 11 ~
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Bill Slater skied the Marsh Lake Loppet as Super Blue this year. After a short struggle trying to use poles in the costume he ditched them and skied the rest of the course with no poles. 

Bill Slater skied the Marsh Lake Loppet as Super Blue this year. After a short struggle trying to use poles in the costume he ditched them and skied the rest of the course with no poles. 


~ Sunday, January 13 ~
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You are not your result.

“Racing is not everything, but if you give it a chance, it is capable of informing the way you lead your life – how to set and accomplish goals, learn humility and discipline, grow with failure and appreciate success. With all those things it is easy to lose perspective and believe that your value as a person is wrapped up in your ability on the bike, but in the end, that is only a short-sighted, personal illusion. An earnest commitment to the pursuit is all that is needed. The rest is all fun.”


via Holly Brooks


~ Friday, January 11 ~
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Some great shots of the sprint day at WJ/U23 trials. Photo credit John Sims. 


~ Tuesday, January 1 ~
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New Years Eve 2012. On a prop plane above Lake Superior.

Woke up at 6am in Whitehorse, thankful once again that I don’t have a sore throat/runny nose etc. Warm morning, just below freezing. Hugged mom goodbye and hopped on a plane to go live out of a duffle bag for the next 5 weeks. Purple-Blue sky, full moon and a sunrise on the way to Vancouver. Nothing but cloud and dark night from there until Thunder Bay. Compression socks, stale air, ginger ale and hand sanitizer dominate the day. 

Col


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Top 10 Adventures of 2012

1. Being a part of and helping to create YES:

Freedom. Independence. Responsibility. Challenge.  

2. Having amazing races in both the 50km P’ayak and the 50km at the National Championships:

Pure Zen. 

3. Hunting on the Swift and Rancheria rivers (unsuccessfully) with Knute, Fabian and Dave Brook:

Wood smoke. Cowboy coffee. Golden Tamaracks. Indian Summer. 

4. Catching and eating 5 different species of fish in and around Haines.

Sockeye Salmon. Cutthroat Trout. Lake Trout. Grayling. Dolly Varden

5. The hardest Kluane Chilkat bike relay EVER:

Hypothermia. 

6. The Denver Glacier camp:

Dogs. Choppers. Crust snow. 3 hour naps. 

7. Skiing, biking and fishing in one day in Carcross:

Matthias puking. Corn snow. Wet dirt. 

8. Ptarmigan hunting and berry picking: 

Red hands. Grey sky. 

9. Re-learning to play the piano:

Bach. Beethoven. Bliss. 

10. Koidern River with Logan and Knute:

Log jams. Cows. Jungle.


~ Thursday, December 27 ~
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Stand and listen
What do you hear?
The sound of nothing
Enters your ears

Sounds of silence
Watch as they grow
In your head and your heart
In your fingers and toes

The absence of noise
Rings like a bell
Through heaven and earth
And your personal hells

No song for the sky
No tune for the soul
No hush for what’s dead
Just silence and snow

This silence is old
As old as can be
Far older than you
Far older than me

It was here before us
It won’t die when we’re gone
A silence eternal
For the journey we’re on.

Listen more closely
What do you hear?
A silence that’s broken
Enters your ears

The forest has whispers
The whispers of trees
The whispers of animals
Wild and free

Watch for these whispers
Watch as they grow
To a landscape of song
Upon silence and snow

Stand and listen
What do you hear?
Take joy in the sounds
That enter your ears.  

Stand and listen

What do you hear?

The sound of nothing

Enters your ears

Sounds of silence

Watch as they grow

In your head and your heart

In your fingers and toes

The absence of noise

Rings like a bell

Through heaven and earth

And your personal hells

No song for the sky

No tune for the soul

No hush for what’s dead

Just silence and snow

This silence is old

As old as can be

Far older than you

Far older than me

It was here before us

It won’t die when we’re gone

A silence eternal

For the journey we’re on.

Listen more closely

What do you hear?

A silence that’s broken

Enters your ears

The forest has whispers

The whispers of trees

The whispers of animals

Wild and free

Watch for these whispers

Watch as they grow

To a landscape of song

Upon silence and snow

Stand and listen

What do you hear?

Take joy in the sounds

That enter your ears.  


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~ Tuesday, December 18 ~
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Sprinting Haiku

Skis slide over snow

Concentration collapse

My body tumbles


~ Saturday, November 3 ~
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Hipster skier. Note the lense-less rudy project glasses, ear bags, scarf, one-piece suit, pabst drink belt and “vintage” ski gear. 

Hipster skier. Note the lense-less rudy project glasses, ear bags, scarf, one-piece suit, pabst drink belt and “vintage” ski gear.