My first book

Look at this. This was the first book I read. "On the Track of Bigfoot" is the first book I owned and read. I think I ordered it from Weekly Reader" magazine. This gem still holds the premiere slot on my office bookshelf. I remember waking mom one night because I was terrified Bigfoot was lumbering across fields outside my bedroom window. I could hear and feel this huge monkey's footsteps. Mom came in to my room and slept with me that night. Thanks mom.

Dan

Make no mistake...this is Dan's Bigfoot book.

Young ones like huge puppies!

Explicit portrayals like this kept me awake in pools of sweat at night. Stunk! Phew! Young ones like huge puppies!

I think this bird got hit by a car today

This morning I watched a bird in flight steer itself right into the windshield of the car in front of me. There was an explosion of feathers very similar to the Randy Johnson fastball hits pigeon incident. The bird was launched high into the air and barely missed landing in the back of my open top Jeep. Sad scene. Anyway, I took this photo two years ago - a bird that nested on a light fixture on my parents back porch. I'm not certain, but I think this was the bird I saw get hit today.

Durable, Good-Looking Rod

Doug, Brandon, Trish and Samantha visited me in July of 04. This is a snapshot of a rare rod and reel Doug was prepping for some anglin' in the South Platte River.

It needed to be said

Here my brother Doug (left) and buddy Tracy react in shocked disbelief after I admit to being a huge Genesis fan. This conversation took place in Breckenridge.

Mt. Bierstadt and Sawtooth Ridge Climb

Greenie and I climbed Bierstadt and the Sawtooth Ridge (connects Bierstadt and Evans) on Sunday. This photo shows most of the climb - summited Bierstadt first (right), then scrambled across the ridges of the sawtooth (across the middle), top of the tip of the most prominant sawtooth (middle-left), and then out and around (far left). Perfect day! As always, click directly on this and below pictures to view them larger.

Sawtooth Surveyor

Summit at end of Sawtooth

Bierstadt Summit in background

Scaling a Sawtooth face

Sawtooth view down to west face (right)

Gilligan tops out

Mt. Bierstadt Sawtooth Ridge

Mt. Bierstadt summit approach

I See Cannabis

Elmore paid extra for his glasses, but it was well worth the money.

Gutter ball

After 3 days in Moab with 4 dudes, Coats gives in and gives this cairn some stone of his own.

Perfectly executed

Russel displays perfect lung cookie spitting form - hands on hips, legs shoulder-width apart, chest out and chin up. Amazing execution. This particular hack broke a Rocky Mountain record that had stood for years.

Slick Rock Break

Moab, UT slick-rock mountain biking is unreal. Left to right, sach-elmore-coats-greenie-dela.

Sach, Molly & Riley - Quandry Summit

I met my friend Molly and her dog Riley (Ridgeback) a few years ago at the top of Bergen Peak. Here we are at the summit of Mt. Quandry. Note Riley's claim on the mountain.

Silly pro golfer! Silly! SILLY!

Phoenix Pro-Am (picture 3). Jonathon Kaye is known amongst fans and peers on the pro circuit as the "bad boy" of golf. Ooooooooohhhh. You know, like the Dennis Rodman of golf! Oooooooooh. Even though he is married, he was propositioning the calendar girls the entire round. Most of his conversation with me was him questioning if I had gotten laid yet, if I was going to stay throughout the week to get laid, and if I was getting laid back in Colorado. This photo shows Jonathon getting a little crazy for us on the tee box. All in all, Jonathon Kaye is an asshole.

The Pro is getting impatient

Phoenix Open Pro-Am (picture 2). The Pro I was paired with was Jonathon Kaye, who went on to win the tournament later that week. Here in the distance we see Jonathon Kaye, his caddie and others getting very impatient with me as I insist on playing my ball from out-of-bounds.

Randy's breath is horrible

I played in the 2004 Phoenix Open Pro-Am tournament. On the second day I was paired with Randy Johnson in a Special Olympics Benefit putting contest. Randy took several of my putts. That's right, Randy took both my turn and his turn more than 3 times. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to get our special partner excited, and the people were there to see Randy putt anyway. But that's ok, because Randy has terrible breath. Randy Johnson has the worst breath I have ever smelled. It was destroying me at this very moment.

Finger food

There's nothing like a big ol' steak and black bean burrito after a hard lift at the gym. Well, that is until today. I still have nail polish on the back of my incisors.

Trip of a Lifetime

Oh Egypt, swaddle me in fresh-smelling garments and put me on a camel. Look, I know this photo is so god damn stupid, but it is always funny as hell to me. Nice work on this one Busin!

The baby is ok now.

My brother-in-law Dave hit the neighbor's baby a few years ago. It was horrible. The baby is ok now.

Patches in Crested Butte, CO

Watch that step!

A catastrophic boner in a Breckenridge condo...

Cigar jerks

Apparently these cigars had crack in them.

Ouray, CO morning sun

Another shot of Ouray - looking right down the heart of main street early in the a.m.

Ouray, CO

Mom and me on main street in Ouray, CO. This is where I will retire to. And it's only an hour from Telluride!

Telluride Bluegrass Festival

The Telluride Bluegrass Festival is my absolute favorite event of the year - bluegrass music all day and evening, sunshine, high country hikes, hitting the mountain bars late night, super positive vibes all the way around. My friend Kella took this photo - nice work Raquel!

What's that smell?

Camping in the Rockies. In the background, note Council's serene, approving look.

Ice Skating Camp

Kella, Kate, Amy and Keri on Evergreen Lake New Year's eve.

Where's the nurse!!!???

This is one of the funniest photos ever of Elmore. I can't quit laughing at this jackassery. If I were by his side in a hospital on his death bed, and this happened in his final moments....I'd be laughing my ass off. This was a few minutes before he had surgery on his achilles.

Just making sure

When Babic visits me from New York, he knows a.) we'll be getting hammered at The Little Bear Saloon, and b.) he shouldn't waste his time packing his colors, leathers, or cut-offs. Instead, he makes a point to pack that stupid fucking hat that's been on his head for the past 8 winters. Babic rules!

The Red Streak

Occasionally, and typically only under very, very intense circumstances, the character behind the knucklehead we know as Greenie will rear its ugly self.
Props to Dela on the graphics work.

Broomball idiots

My group of closest friends and me at Evergreen Lake not too far from my house. This intense, competitive game of broomball was on Super Bowl Sunday and ended in a tie.

Receptive. Intuitive. And a bit emotional.

Here I struggle with whether to a.) openly provide my emotional and technical interpretation of this charming piece, or b.) keep my mouth shut in the interest of good etiquette.

"Pay First" chagrin

Any time I pull in to a gas station and see this it immediatly pisses me off. I don't want to play guessing games on how much it's going to take to fill my tank, and I don't want to have to walk inside twice. Thanks to all the assholes that drive off without paying...you've been the impetus for my "pay first" angst.

Looking for his scooter

Who is this guy? We spotted him at the Lyons Folk Music Festival this weekend. Head to toe, there's loads of interesting shit going on. Dirty knees too. What the hell?

Lotus Utopia

Lotus just eatin' this shit it up!

Roscoe Tongue Whip

Dogs rule. Here Roscoe gives Mohri a good ole' fashion tongue whipping.

Dad likes beer

Beer always tastes great when the weather is hotter than 900 chickens.

Freeboarding #1

Elmore gets aggressive...
photo by McCarley

Freeboarding #2

Sach enjoys Elmore's pain...
photo by McCarley

Freeboarding #3

Yard sale - sach gets a bone of his own...
photo by McCarley

Canon in D(ick)

The crowd couldn't get enough at this small bar in San Francisco. So I indulged them. And then we stink-bombed the living shit out of the place.
Photo by Elmore (and thanks for the title too, jerk).

Tobacco Stew

I really enjoy and can appreciate good cigars. Here's the ash tray on my deck after a 3-day weekend and a little precipitation. I had help here...likely Schwack, Council and Mohri.

May I?

It's rare, but once in awhile an elk will make its way up the stairs and across the deck.

oh what a feeling

In front of The Little Bear Saloon on our way home