YES. Behind the scenes.
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.
“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
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.
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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.
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.