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Dads’ Ski Poem

Greetings team Daddy!  Hope things are adjusting well.  For some time now I have wanted to share a poem written by one of my best friends and old ski partner.  He sent this to me after a much needed coast to coast pal call.   I have been carrying his words in my wallet for weeks now.  Every time I read it I smile.  Perhaps some of you will encounter similar conditions.  Those were true times my friend filled with the honesty that only nature and outdoor friendship provide. I cannot wait to share winter sports with our daughter! So enjoy my Pals’ bad ass ski poem its Fun!  Booter!!

 Thanks for stopping by!  The D.A.      

I’m about to burst through a mogul of pow

Riding the wind screaming on a mountain high

Dropping a line of trees and turns

Steel edges slash and my left thigh burns

What is below becomes above

Light as a feather

As peaceful as dove

The power of my will

The precision of my intent

Through a forest of iron ice

I ride knowing how to be man

My head held above the clouds

Busting through barriers bum rushing the crowds

Cresting the light of saviors

One with the creators

Nothing else we find inside can define the power when we ride

M. Wright

Father’s Day Fantasies’

 

 Hi Team Daddy, it’s only a day away from Father’s Day and I am super excited.  However as many of you already know this “adjustment” hasn’t all been entirely easy.  Our daughter is just about 6 months old which means I now operate well on 5 hours sleep.  If you are just entering fatherhood, don’t worry Bro you will stop hallucinating soon.  Just remember you paid pretty good money in your less mature days to feel like that. 

So today I want to talk about some of Daddy’s favorite things.  Yes an adult post is definitely needed for me.  Frankly some good adult time sounds kind of nice.  I am NOT talking about the conversations my wife and I have after our girl goes down for the night.  They always seem to drift back to the Baby.  Look I am not complaining, I love all of this but I am an outdoor action sport enthusiast. The past year has sucked for me in that category.  The closest thing I did in the past year is golf.  Now I love the sport and yes the adrenaline can pump as your ball gets close to the pin, but really it’s a pretty far cry from throwing myself off a small’ rock cliffs on my skis.  Ripping hard through fresh nar and disappearing into the white room. If you haven’t skied lots of Pow you won’t get that last part.  In the summer months here we have great white water kayaking after the damn release.  Motocross and 4×4 riding is also a wonderful way to get your heart pump fix on. 

 Unfortunately I no longer have a dirt bike.  I didn’t get to ski at all this year. I can feel lost without my centered sense of catharticism that for me is only attainable by risking my life for self-glory. Who I am as an athlete is fading fast.  This above all else is what fears me about this new Daddy Adjustment.    

I have begun to look for adrenaline in all the wrong places.  Taking unnecessary risks when I am by myself in the car.  I found myself trying to instigate some road ragging ass into a confrontation. “Whoa daddy you got to get a hold on yourself” So I take solace in my photos and videos from my past.  In what few friends I have left, and in cool ass movies such as “Dust to Glory” Straight up the best documentary on the incredible story that is the race the Baja 1000. If you’re a guy and you still have your man hood you will love this movie.  If you are a man and you watch it and you feel nothing? Things are worse than I thought.  Better watch that sucker again. This time go get a beer and turn up the volume on the TV.

 Ok that’s better I think I just herd some Daddy screams of joy.  That’s right yell and holler so your old self can hear you.  He is lost, beat up and bruised but not broken.  Your hollowing’s help him up and back to you safely nestled back in your over inflated ego where he belongs.  All of this testosterone talk makes me think of my favorite place on earth LAKE TAHAOE!  I don’t care if it’s to the north at Squaw or on the South shore this place is made for people who like life.  Everyone you meet who lives there are in love with their surroundings and it is easy to see why.  They all possess the spirit I love, the adventure spirit.  It’s not just for vacations’ it’s for life. 

 When someone asks you “what do you want for Father’s day?  Think hard about an adrenalin trip to Tahoe or to the Baja in November.  I know I will be day dreaming all I can till I feel my heart pump again.  Please send me what makes your heart pump. 

Thanks for stopping by and HAVE FUN!! Your friend Daddy Adjustment

A life before baby

I still remember a life without a baby. I have several great photos of our travels. This was a time when both of us were gainfully employed, and enjoying our own individual success. We were pretty active like most “d.i.n.k.s” (dual income no kids) traveling at least twice a year. Whether it was by plane or car our trips always managed to be a world away from our everyday lives. We love outdoor activities any season but downhill skiing by far outweighed our other activities. We try to get out 30 days or so each season. One of the things I wanted to do before we had children was to take a ski trip to Lake Tahoe Ca. I am a child of the 80’s and I saw Hot Dog the movie in the theater. Ever since that night, skiing Squaw Valley has been a dream. The whole time I was there I only spoke in dialogue from the movie. Not one person got the joke. “You people stay out of our vay here ya”. “You may ski on zat side or on zat side, but stay out of the middle here”. We also promised each other that we would go to Europe before the baby as well. It was a lifelong dream for my wife to see the Effie tower. We also went England and traveled to Holland. If you can plan some adult holidays before you are pregnant. Do so live them to the fullest. After the baby, that life will only be a memory. Might as well make them real good ones. Happy Valentine’s Day!