I think I am at 93 days of skiing now for the season; 88 lift service, five uphill. All in all, with a season as occasionally dismal as this one, I have to say, once again, that the skiing has […]
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Altitude Sickness
An ode to snowmaking, and good equipment
By Brady Crain My old workhorse boots are Scarpa T-2 (a three buckle duckbilled telly boot); my new boots are Scarpa TX-Pro boots (Scarpa’s four buckle NTN/AT boot — it has a telly bellow, but it also has the little […]
Altitude Sickness
The joys of responsive skis, two excellent choices in my quiver
After a few years on some frustratingly unresponsive BD Warrants (it wasn’t BD’s fault, they were just the wrong skis, I bought them without trying them), last year I bought a set of the previous years Head Motorhead Rock n’ […]
Altitude Sickness
The skier responsibility code
This week I am grateful for some very nice powder turns — it was unexpected, and much appreciated. Grateful for the awesome groomers and snowmakers — I have been skiing every morning. Thankful for my new stationary cycle trainer so that […]
Altitude Sickness
Gangsta rap, bringing oppression to light begets peace
This week finds me in a contemplative mood, approaching 60 days of skiing (I’d have more, but had to go to my family reunion in Dallas) and having a very good time with Pip the Impaler (my guinea pig), who […]
Altitude Sickness
Adventures in training an aggressive guinea pig
By Brady Crain Pip “the impaler” is Brady Crain’s current pet pig. There have been worse times for Pip the Impaler. Even now, he sits in a pile of hay, giving me his apple eyes, knowing that just beyond his […]
Altitude Sickness
What almost killed me made me stronger
To follow up on the post-injury introspective I wrote about in my past column, here is a comparative study with a different injury, more comprehensive but slightly less acutely catastrophic. On Thursday March 22, 2012, I finished a contracting job […]
Altitude Sickness
Of injuries and addictions
Dec. 11 was a day for reflection. It was a day where I left behind my usual psychotic musical diet of Beatles and metal, and cranked up Desmond Decker and the Aces, The Specials, English Beat, and even some Rancid […]
Column
A Vermonter’s ode to Texas
By Brady Crain I won’t go so far as to say you get a bad rap, Texas. You are the purveyor and exporter of so many things that I neither care about nor need. Football, exceptionalism to excess (exceptionalism that […]
Altitude Sickness
The last steps I’ll run
Br Brady Crain So, Dallas. I love Dallas. My family is in Dallas. Five uncles and aunts, 15 cousins, uncounted first cousins twice removed. All of these people migrated from the scene of the original crime in Newton and Wichita, […]