… I’ve discovered that it’s possible to have an absolutely shitty day up on the slopes.
From the time I turned up the canyon, until I made it to the parking lot at Solitude almost 90 minutes later, I just had a feeling it wasn’t going to be a great day …
I get on Eagle Express for my first lift ride up to Eagle Ridge, and could barely ski back down the Sunshine Bowl and Last Run to Moonbeam Lodge; my legs just felt like overcooked pasta. Still, I tried to make a go of it …
Took the Moonbeam lift to drop Main Street down towards the Sunrise lift, through the Access to up to take Summit Lift up to the top.
Took one run down Honeycomb Canyon; took some photos, mostly pretty shitty … but did get one interesting cloud formation … so I guess the day wasn’t a total loss.
The back up Honeycomb Return, down Sundancer back to the base, the parking lot, and home.
Camera: Nikon D80 Exposure: 0.001 sec (1/1600) Aperture: f/4.8 Focal Length: 120 mm ISO Speed: 100 Exposure Bias: 0/6 EV
» by flahute in: Word Play on December 31st, 2007 at 00:41:01 UTC |
The Old Year
The Old Year’s gone away
To nothingness and night:
We cannot find him all the day
Nor hear him in the night:
He left no footstep, mark or place
In either shade or sun:
The last year he’d a neighbour’s face,
In this he’s known by none.
All nothing everywhere:
Mists we on mornings see
Have more of substance when they’re here
And more of form than he.
He was a friend by every fire,
In every cot and hall–
A guest to every heart’s desire,
And now he’s nought at all.
Old papers thrown away,
Old garments cast aside,
The talk of yesterday,
Are things identified;
But time once torn away
No voices can recall:
The eve of New Year’s Day
Left the Old Year lost to all.
Spread the word and PRE-REGISTER with no additional fee. We need everyone to pre-register so that we can get an accurate count for the caterer. You can register day of, but that will cost you an extra $5, and we won’t guarantee food at the party, and you’ll have to sit at the Kiddie table. PRE-REGISTER!!!
The Last Call Cross, January 5th is on at Wheeler Farm.
11 AM: C Flite (C Men, B Women, Juniors)
12 PM: B Flite (B Men, A Women, 35+ B)
1 PM: A Flite (A Men, 35+ A, Singlespeed)
Please note that there is one less flite, and the start times are different than the Series races. No Series points will be awarded for this race.
$20.00 all adult categories, $5.00 Juniors, $8.00 for 2nd race.
There is no additional fee to register and your race entry includes admission to the 80s Theme Awards Party at 5 PM that same night. We are STRONGLY encouraging everyone to pre-register for the race and/or the party, so we can get an accurate count for the caterer for food at the party.
Day of race registration will cost you an extra $5, and we will NOT guarantee food to those riders at the party. Party-only registration is $10 and will also be online at www.sportsbaseonline.com.
What does your $20 race/party charge get you?
The usual fun at Wheeler Farm, except on ice!
Jon’s Pre-Party Instructions and Final Call Up
Dinner at the Williams Building at Research Park, 295 Chipeta Way at 5 PM
Live 80s Cover Band and DJ
The Matt Ohran World Famous Raffle to include:
Cannondale Caad 9 Frame and fork (For riders who did 7 races or more)
Scott Cross Frame (For riders who did 7 races or more)
Fuji Cross Frame for anyone who used Sportsbaseonline to register during the season or for the party.
And much, much more!!!
Must be present to Win.
You will be given a ticket at the door. Anyone who has 7 races or more will be given a separate additional ticket. If you have 7 races or more you can have a representative register you at the door if you cannot make the party. That person will be responsible to collect your prize if you win.
State Championship Medals will be awarded at the party
Utah Cyclocross Series Individual Awards and Team Trophy Presentation
Best 80’s Costume Contest: Best Male, Best Female, Best Junior
To be judged by: Matt, Jon, Steven and Steven. Winners will recieve full Winter Training Gear from Cannondale.
» by flahute in: Word Play on December 28th, 2007 at 14:45:22 UTC |
The Passing Of The Year
My glass is filled, my pipe is lit,
My den is all a cosy glow;
And snug before the fire I sit,
And wait to feel the old year go.
I dedicate to solemn thought
Amid my too-unthinking days,
This sober moment, sadly fraught
With much of blame, with little praise.
Old Year! upon the Stage of Time
You stand to bow your last adieu;
A moment, and the prompter’s chime
Will ring the curtain down on you.
Your mien is sad, your step is slow;
You falter as a Sage in pain;
Yet turn, Old Year, before you go,
And face your audience again.
That sphinx-like face, remote, austere,
Let us all read, whate’er the cost:
O Maiden! why that bitter tear?
Is it for dear one you have lost?
Is it for fond illusion gone?
For trusted lover proved untrue?
O sweet girl-face, so sad, so wan
What hath the Old Year meant to you?
And you, O neighbour on my right
So sleek, so prosperously clad!
What see you in that aged wight
That makes your smile so gay and glad?
What opportunity unmissed?
What golden gain, what pride of place?
What splendid hope? O Optimist!
What read you in that withered face?
And You, deep shrinking in the gloom,
What find you in that filmy gaze?
What menace of a tragic doom?
What dark, condemning yesterdays?
What urge to crime, what evil done?
What cold, confronting shape of fear?
O haggard, haunted, hidden One
What see you in the dying year?
And so from face to face I flit,
The countless eyes that stare and stare;
Some are with approbation lit,
And some are shadowed with despair.
Some show a smile and some a frown;
Some joy and hope, some pain and woe:
Enough! Oh, ring the curtain down!
Old weary year! it’s time to go.
My pipe is out, my glass is dry;
My fire is almost ashes too;
But once again, before you go,
And I prepare to meet the New:
Old Year! a parting word that’s true,
For we’ve been comrades, you and I –
I thank God for each day of you;
There! bless you now! Old Year, good-bye!
