Idle Worship, Idol Worship

Since Steve and Michelle threw down the baby name challenge, Dan, Tiffany, and I went on a vision quest. We decided to climb until we reached the sun. There we said our prayers to long lost Sol, and began discussing names. We have concluded that Clarity Sebern is a beautiful handle. The last name Partridge, however is more unusual and hence more memorable. This does of course reinforce the old Patriarchal lineage deal... but then again men do and always will rule the world. On that note, it is worth mentioning that Dan's first choice was actually "Dan", making her name "Clarity Dan". This of course would not follow the old Patriarchal lineage deal. He still maintains that it's the best idea.

We need your help!

As you already know, inside of this belly is a little baby. You may not know this baby is a girl and her name will be Clarity. ( I always did want a little Clarity in my life:)

So, should it be Clarity Sebern or Carity Partridge? We do not want to hyphenate! Even if we did want to hyphenate whose name would be first? We have been having wicked cribbage competitions to try to resolve the issue but now we leave it to you to decide.

Thanks for your help!

Gangstas Spreading Their Wings

The Brenner St. Husslers are on a mission to spread their philosophy across the country. Half are in Maine, while the other half are in Vermont. Though it is good for the world to have them spread out and spreading the good word, we wish that they were back here where they belong. Good luck, and good work.

In the words of Sergio Semunavik, "spread your wings and fly boldly in the direction of your dreams." He has always been a bit melodramatic, but heartfelt.

'Ello my luvlies

Hi Kids, just a shout out from the CA crew. Hope all is well- I did notice the "r" word floating around the Girdwood weather reports, that's not good. I'm adding a bit of writing here from a friend in Fairbanks in an effort to culture you all on the goings on about the state, have a read and keep your tips up,

J

First Trip to Summit Lake

Tiffany, Kate, and Vicki at the top of Summit ridge. It was cold and windy, but a good time.

Sitting on the Edge of the World

Matt Murphy sits looking over the front (roadside) of Magnum last Tuesday. Matt broke trail faster than I could skin up behind him. I suspect some sort of bionic augmentation to his legs...

Life as a Mountain Host

It's a good life. I have enjoyed almost every flake of the 430 inches of snow that has fallen on Alyeska. I am squeezing out every last turn my quads will give me. This will be my last season as a mountain hoe and I can already feel the nostalgia. At the end of each day on my way to my office door, I ski through the little patches of untracked snow and wave goodbye to my friends and I can't help but smile to myself. What a life!

Pictured is me with one of my co-hoes, Gwen.

6582 Corgi Love

6582 Corgi Love
Originally uploaded by Vision Aerie.

Lily's midget relative. Notice the ears are the same size.

Steve goes skiing

Today Steve and I went on what was supposed to be a little ski tour. Steve decided to use touring skis instead of his snow board. It was great entertainment watching this knuckle dragger try to remember how to ski again. The snow here is light and the skies are blue almost everyday. We wish we were in the deep like all of you Girdwood skiers! I bet Moses is really off the team this year.

Same Old, Same Old...

I don't even know what to say any more. Its getting deeper!

Deep, Deep Snow!

I have never seen so much snow in my life. If you add up all the snow I have ever seen, it might not add up to this much. My legs ache, but I can't stop.

Laughing Our Way to Tragedy

280 inches in December, and two feet by the 2nd of January... at what point should we begin to fear being swallowed by the snow. Will we be giggiling and smiling as Girdwood is erased from the earth like the lost continent of Atlantis?

Flying over the Prince William Sound

Flying over the Prince William Sound
Originally uploaded by Mark Yezbick.

One Hour from Anchorage

Greenfield Village

The family went to Holiday of Lights at Greenfield Village, and were taken back in time to Christmas' of yesteryear. There wasn't any pussyfooting around terms like "Christmas" or "Baby Jesus" or any of that, it was straight up Christian Christmas Scene. They still found space to include a Creepy Santa on top of a balcony...would he jump? we didn't stick around to find out.

First Day Open Up Top

Alright, it was only the top of the Tram and not Six... but it was still pretty sweet. I lost a ski on South Face and had to dig for 20 minutes. That hot Mountain Host ended up finding it for me.

Last Light

'Last Light' On White
Originally uploaded by Mark Yezbick.

Remember the sun ?

Nice visit from Mr. Moose

Just when you think you've moved into the suburb of suburbs, sweet old Mr. Moose rambles by to take a nibble on the only tree in the entire neighborhood.

To Girdwood!

Love,
Meeshell

Lest we forget...

Before Annie turned 30, and started losing her memory as all thirty somethings do, she was kind enough to email me this collection of images from our most Hallowed Eve. Thanks Annie, and enjoy a safe trip to Ethiopia !


Mad Monster Party !

Bring Us Snow

Though it was a cold night, the flames kept us warm. Ullr was appeased...although it seems that his gifts are manifested in Man-Made snow this year. I guess times change.

Thankful for Far-Away Friends

Wow, it seems like just yesterday when we were all cutting bread and sucking on a keg at the good old Cervin home. I fondly remember not being able to remember anything the next day. A few things, however, were forever burned into my subconcious, and I have a feeling that about this time of year they will continue to resurface to haunt my dreams. Who can forget Willi's seductive sack lounging, and of course there's the mulleting of our friend Dan. Oh, the good old days. Well, even though we can't be there in person we are there in spirit, I hope you all have a great and snowy Thanksgiving.

We will be hiking through some canyons and stuffing our faces and now that we're eating for three we got an extra big bird. I am excited to be a dad although sometimes I probably look like a deer caught in the headlights...know what I'm reading right now?? What to expect when you're expecting.

Not sure how long we'll be in Flagstaff but you're all welcome, the kegerator is back on-line, hope to catch up with you all soon, and of course have a great T-day!!

Strange site in AZ

The cactus here are HUGE!

Puppy Love

Well, Alice isn't much of a puppy anymore, but she's the first thing on Max's mind when he wakes up in the morning.

Working Hard

or hardly working...you be the judge...

while at work, I came across this page.

Time to lay off the pipe !

Portage

Our trip to Portage for some x-country skiing turned out to be quite fun, and probably the largest number of people I had ever skied with at one time - aside from the ski train. Moses had a fine time, and didnt complain as much as he usually does - I suspect its all in an effort to make it into Party Dudes movie, and get back on the team.

Room With a View

Jerry Stewart's dog Klondike tempting fate for the camera. We are thinking of making our own movie to compete with next year's Teton Gravity Reasearch film. Our film will focus on radical ski dogs running crazy lines chasing tumbling bait. We just have to watch out for those overbearing animal rights watchdog groups... Communist Liberals.

Stationary Precipitation

Inspired by the wonderful weather, Girdwood has taken to the hills. We have had several wonderful days up at Hatchers Pass, and one fantastic adventure down here at Turnagain (my skis are still bleeding).

Good Skiing, good company, good times.

On a personal note, I miss my most constant and dependable ski partner Michele. She has deserted me for a southern climate, a good man, and a swollen belly. I may never forgive her.

Pictured is Jeff (Golden tongue) Hoke on Top of Tincan. For a loud mouthed, silver tongued, philibusterer, the man can certainly ski.

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights...

Sometimes, if you listen close, they whisper back at you...

The fate of our Halloween pumpkin

There's nothing quite like the feeling of having eaten too much pumpkin pie at 10:00 at night. Max and I polished off over half of this bad boy and a good deal of whip cream as well. I went to bed with a full, but slightly upset stomach and Max had dreams of orange moons and snow that tastes like vanilla. Good times...

And the winner is...Pink Flamingo!

Trick or Treat Town is a thing to behold. A conveyor belt of over 50 booths of candy, we grew hoarse from saying "Trick or Treat" and I don't want to smile the rest of the day. Max had a blast, is now high as a kite on Laffy Taffy and Sweet Tarts and tormenting Alice under the computer desk. Keep in mind that a Rolling Rock six pack container makes a great candy collector. Halloween Rocks!

P & T's Back Yard

We can't let all of you out-of-staters go on thinking we are suffering in the rain.

Halloween 2006

Halloween 2006
Originally uploaded by Mark Yezbick.

The poet John Greenleaf Whittier, who was born in 1807, wrote in "The Pumpkin" (1850):


Oh!—fruit loved of boyhood!—the old days recalling,
When wood-grapes were purpling and brown nuts were falling!
When wild, ugly faces we carved in its skin,
Glaring out through the dark with a candle within!

Teach a man to fish...

Hello Girdwood peoples. I see posting has been pretty weak lately so I can only assume it's pissing down rain and you are all drinking heavily. Hopefully at least the rain will let up soon. In the meantime I thought I would share a bit of summer '06 and the lengths that Party Dude will go to in order to keep his feet dry. The man is a true aquaphobe but he does have a nice profile. Anyhow, keep your chins up and you will all be knee-deep in powder before you know it.

To be or not to be...

Halloween is upon us and Max needs help deciding what to dress up as. Should he be a pink flamingo or a flower? Or both? I know many of you have had this delema before, any input would be greatly appreciated.

Happy Feet

I often have mixed feeling about living out of Alaska but my feet are darn happy about the move!

Stretching

As some of you may already be aware, I have been engaging in rigorous exercise on a daily basis. Last weekend, I took myself for a multiple mile jaunt - only to be in serious crippled pain afterwards. Silly me, I had forgot to stretch beforehand. Well, I have learned my lesson, and since I care so much about all of us...I am uploading this simple stretching How To video for you to learn and live by:


Stretching is good for you !

Also, the Keeler - Mohatt clan has finally joined the 20th century with both a landline (0146) and DSL. We should do our best to encourage them to join in our crusade to bring Girdwood to the world via da blog.

What's up, eh?

Hello friends, just a quick post to let you know I am alive and well. Mazzy and I put 6oo miles behind us today and made the Fairbanks to Whitehorse trip in 12 hours despite gale force winds, dust storms that blotted out the sun, and enraged bison that appeared to be attracted to my white toyota pickup, perhaps it was the 400 yards of green tarp billowing seductively from the bed.

Anyways, I'm alive and headed to Liard Hotsprings next once I get a good nights sleep on the steering wheel.

Sweet powder dreams to all..

J

Riders of the Storm

For those of you still residing in the maelstrom, hang on...it's on the way.

Rossinator

Rossinator
Originally uploaded by Mark Yezbick.

Primitive, Steep, and Difficult - but not for the Rossinator !

Looking Back on an Odyssey....

Looking Back on an Odyssey....
Originally uploaded by Mark Yezbick.

Moses and I hiking up the ridgeline of Worthington Glacier. Occasionally, there would be cracks in the ground that would drop a long ways down - but Moses managed to avoid them.

Rossi made it up half way, but set down after a while due to germs.

Yellow

Today is October first and we are still enjoying a colorful fall in southcentral Alaska. We've been saying to each other, "Doesn't it seem like the colors are brighter this year? Aren't they lasting longer? It must be all the rain." Aparently we were right. According to the ADN the wet summer gave the birch trees a chance to fight back against the leaf miners. The leaf miners have caused the birch to lose their leaves early in a dull brownish flurry during the past few summers. The fall of 2006 has been gorgeous! Now, if the snow line could just keep on dropping. . .