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I’ve been skiing a lot . . . it’s Christmas . . . the dog ate my laptop.

Saturday night I checked out the Paul Mitchell Progression Session snowboard comp. Located in the free lots in downtown Breckenridge, the riders were towed into the 30 foot quarterpipe by snowmobiles. These guys were going BIG!

Some random shots from a holiday party this past weekend. Many shots of pugs, a few shots of people, and a shot of me in a suit!

Back in June I brought the camera out to the Bartlett Wash slickrock near Moab. This riding area is like slickrock on steriods. There are big drops, bowls, and wall ride, as well as some super scenery. Jose and I met up with Carol and Mike of Ellsworth, who were in the midst of a summer long propotional demo tour with the factory demo bikes. Carol is a pro downhiller chick, and was excited for me to show her where all the stunts were on the hill. Also along for the day was Steve from SLC, who I handed the camera to when it was my turn to get jiggy. Some of you may notice the pictures aren’t new, but I never blogged or fully edited them, so here they are in final form.

I still have a hard drive full of pictures from that Utah trip in October.  Hopefully I will make a gallery soon, but in the meantime . . . here is a picture of a man and his dog walking into the hoodoos of Goblin Valley.   This is one of the few shots that I have that actually has any people in it for some size perspective.

I’ve had some requests for more photos from my Utah trip last month. Yes, they are still coming! I’ve been working on a major site overhaul in an effort to make it more searchable and revenue generating. So I’m going to be going back through some of the old galleries and updating them, so pardon if the new stuff doesn’t come out too frequently.

So the story goes, back in October I hooked up with Jose and Mick down at the Indian Creek BLM climbing area. That place is going off, there is quite a buzz in Moab about the area, lots of people travelling to and from the area passing through Mondo Coffee. I actually bagged my first roped climb EVER, called Rochambeau. It wasn’t pretty, but I grunted and flailed my way up it. I wish the climb had a cooler name though, like the Cockometer that Mick is climbing in the gallery. But I guess when you have a flacid little climb like the one I did you have to give it a French name.