Taking the giving out of Thanxgiving

I am not 100% convinced that pilgrims or indians ever actually existed. Regardless of my religious beliefs (or complete lack thereof) in buckle hatted buffoons, or Chris Columbus fearing, tee pee building natives, it seemed like a brilliant day to make a turkey.
The only thing missing is our mommy family member. We think she is in Mexico buying guns from the Cartel, and we miss her.

PS- feathers are not a hat.


One step closer

Man, this almost makes it feel real. In today’s mail was my Epic Pass. That’s right, I bought a season pass that is good at 7 or 8 mountains in Colorado and Lake Tahoe. I can’t believe how cheap it was in comparison. 7 uses and it will have paid for itself. Thanks for the heads up on this deal Greg in Colorado (like he is actually seeing this).

Not quite, but it’s something…

I’m still finding ways to keep myself entertained while the Carnival clock counts down. The downhills make me crave the slopes. The uphills make my legs burn with euphoria. I think a few day trip to Killy is in order to make sure the legs still work and to bang the rust off myself and my board. Thanks to wifey (gun owner) for keeping me company today.


Farfetched? Probably. Impossible? Definitely not.

Buckle up boys and girls, the carnival is gearing up to commence. Plans have been made, plans have been changed, and the itinerary is always developing. The endeavor I am striving to undertake has been described as farfetched…to travel cross-country and spend the winter chasing the snow around the western North American mountains. Farfetched maybe, but not quite impossible.  For an oil baron this seems like an even crazier, more unlikely possibility. With the encouragement of the best wife ever (who happens to own a gun), the freedom of a non-breeder, and the backup of an amazing and mostly competent staff, I may just make this dream happen.
Contrary to some opinions, I believe life is most likely short. With that in mind, this is either my very first life (because I can’t remember any others), or the stories I have heard about reincarnation are a load of dog shit. If I don’t do this now, I may never get to…..or this may just be the first year of a new tradition….like last year was for real christmas trees.