Spring is here, summer is upon us. Karma is high, stokage is higher.

After a couple of weeks of starting to run again I got to have my first workout with no shirt on, which is a BIG DEAL. It means it’s warm and summer’s coming! So I booked out on my rollerskis (taboo, I know) for a little upper body action and man was it nice! How awesome does it feel to come raging back into the house all pumped up and watch Santana get down on “Waiting” Live at Woodstock in ‘69? Those guys just had a big wooden stage with no special effects and tons of unbeatable energy. They’ve got the dude with the huge afro and white white vest rocking the congas, and the amazing Michael Shrieve blasting away the conventional kit when he was only 20! Awesome! Gimmie Amperage! Turn it up! Open the windows and rock it loud with the sun coming in! No kidding, it’s totally the Season of re-birth…

How can we get these in Alaska?

The last month and a half has been great to have off and to take advantage of the amazing backgcountry terrain here. Unfortunately for the lonely B.C. most of my skiing happened in bounds or in the side-country since there was SO MUCH SNOW! Gaper Fools Day ruled and Jackson Hole Mountain Resort, (I won’t post the link since there’s swearing in the video, but if you go find it on you tube it’s pretty awesome.) and the last day was even better. I thought it was pretty funny how all I had to do was pick out a different pair of spandex each day and I had a “costume” for all the ski bums to laugh at. Anyway, the skiing ruled. powder rules. I love powder.

Every year the bums unite for a day of out-of-style madness. So fun.

I’m just about ready to head back to Anchorage and kick up some training with my OIA team of cardio bandits so we can rule the mountain running scene this summer. The drive is going to rule with a stop in Haines for some backcountry and some killer workouts in new places. I’ve found in my travels that there is no better way to see the country side than to throw down a few 2 hour runs or rollerskis. You get honks from people on the road, and you can cover more ground on the trails. Siiiiiiick! I can’t wait to take some pictures and do some writing.

Granite Rules.

So racing is officially over with the end of the 50K classic in Fairbanks. While they make for fantastic spectator events, I feel like I see a heck of a lot of sprinting these days, and it’s really good to see what i consider to be the gold standard of cross country ski racing – the 50K classic. You’ve got to be burley, you have to use kick wax, and you have to have Lats of Steel. In other news, everyone that I know that rocks the skinny skis in the winter also rocks the phat skis in the spring. This winter in Jackson Hole has provided the most desirable snow fall any cold-day buff could ask for. As of this writing @ 10am on March 31st, JHMR is exactly four inches from it’s all-time record of 599.1 in 1999. The JH valley saw a constant snow fall from a late December to now, with only two weeks of blue bird to speak of. This meant that in a destination that boasts the sickest terrain in the lower-48, the best snow in the country (sorry, Utah) and an extremely progressive downhill skiing culture, no one shows at the skinny races on a powder day.

So it’s here – it’s spring and it’s time for the “No’dic nerds” to unite! It’s time to get up in the hills and show the rest of the downhillers what we’re made of and what we’ve been doing all year. It seems like every day one of my Jackson friends asks me “So when are you going to chill out and start skiing powder?” After 11 months of box jumps and core workouts what do you think happens in the spring? We RULE the backcountry! We get out and hike faster and ski longer than anyone else out there!! We can do it at altitude and do it all day. The mountain series is just around the corner and there is no better way to train for those 60 minutes of red-lined cardio than to get out and bust a move with your skins and shovel and transceiver. More weight, more vert, more turns – “smoke”‘em if you got ‘em!!

Here’s a video of my buddy Monkey carefully navigating one of the many spectacular couloirs in Granite Canyon. Hike Hike Hike!