The speed of time.

Wow.
Another year.

Teton.
Pterocactyl.
Alpenglow.
Beardcicles.
Swamp-crotch.
Ice.
19" of snow.
Flow.
Monster slopestyle comp.
Injury.
Chaco heel.
Taylor River.
Catharsis.
Imagine Dragons.
Loss.
Singletrack.
Berms.
Allegrippis.
Timelapses.
L-Lens.
Documentaries.
Managua.
Hot Chocolate.
Wet bivy.
Grand Junction.
Fear.
Redcloud.
Embarrassment.
El Diente Couloir.
Private property.
File loss.
Boardercross.
4th of July volleyball.
Family.
Spontaneous notes.
Confidence.
Peace.
Turmoil.
Hope.

Such is my life.
So blessed am I, to have the opportunity to live it.

"Life is never made unbearable by circumstances, but only by a lack of meaning and purpose."
Here's to a meaningful 2014.

Caleb W.

Hot skier girls.

I'm slightly amused by this whole "women of skiing" objectification issue.

   I totally agree with those who take issue with women being portrayed more for their sex appeal than their skiing, but seriously people. Some of us have been saying this for a long time. People thought we were dumb and that women had the right to show off their bodies. Which is true, they do. They said that there was no harm and that we were old fuddy-duddy prudes who couldn't stand the sight of a girl's ankles.

  But noooowwww. Somebody finally got wise to why mom, grandma and your weird Christian friend frowned every time some girl's body was used to sell perfume, skis, or practically anything under the sun.

It's de-valuing and objectifying.

  So next time some outdated dude mentions how demeaning that Victoria's Secret poster is, just remember:
He's cool now.

Caleb W.