donde para mi?

My vacation refractory time is so fucking fast. And it's only getting faster. It's taken less than 2.5 month for me to be over it again. In all honesty, I was ready about 3 weeks ago and I'm barely hanging on by a thread. I'm in dire need to pack the boards and hit the road to go somewhere anywhere. Not quite sure this time. A long peeling 6 foot left point with 82 degree water would be ideal. But I sure as hell don't need shit this epic....

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hard nose

Pioneer Saloon, Ketchum, Idaho, 10pm, 8/21/2011.....
At 9:50, the bar held 5 random drunks and we were winding down the restaurant. At 10pm on the nose, the bar suddenly smelled like sweaty back hair, stale socks, and porterhouse steaks. It had arrived midway through a 7 bar pub crawl in the middle of Idaho....Lord Stanley's Cup. Clueless ho's lined up to take pictures with some big, shiney, silver thing but didn't have the faintest idea what it was. Slobbering men were frantically pushing their old ladies in front of it and snapping photos. Not a second went by where somebody wasn't touching it with saucerlike eyes and flash bulbs were going off. Like moths to a flame. A certified feeding frenzy of jumbo sized team jerzies from all over North America wearing shit eating grins. "That shirts gayer than 2 men fucking" was heard from a Rangers fan towards a Flyers shirt wearing fatso. And 15 minutes later it was gone, it's time was finished at the Pio, onto the next bar and another groping. More sweaty hockey fans and hangers on were waiting to get their glimpse of the 117 year old bent and banged up trophy.

Stanley Cup

Ketchum, Idaho is a hockey town. Lots of midwest transplants round these parts dropping shoulders everywhere. Our local hockey team, The Sun Valley Suns, used to have a dude named Beets play for them. Beets is now the assistant equipment manager for the Boston Bruins, who won the Stanley Cup last year. So he gets to spend a day or two the the cup and do whatever he wants. Dude wants to bring it here to Ketchum and we all get to rub up against it. Sounds like it will be spending time a the restaurant I work at because the owner is a big Suns jock strap, ooops I mean he's a supporter, a Sun Valley Suns supporter. I hope to fill The Stanley Cup with burgers or dough nuts, as suggested by Bill Dough. The whole town is abuzz about this cuz we're a small town and there's not much to do at night except booze it up. Yah! Stanley Cup!

Red Warrior

Posts are few and far between cuz I'm not tied to a stupid desk wasting away. Been spending my days riding bikes and recovering from that surgery. Last week Sushi James and I rode one of my favorite trails in the Sun Valley area, Fisher Creek. You just cruise up double track for about 7 miles of mellow grinding. Then you get some kick ass butter smooth, banked downhills followed by a milkshake at Smiley Creek. It's hands down, the easiest uphill for the best downhill. Then yesterday I blew up my lungs on Red Warrior here in Ketchum. I hadn't ridden this one for 10 years and forgot how fucking awesome it is. It's a motherfuck of an uphill that required some pushing and a couple bails on my part. We had a gigantic fire up here in 2008 where most of the forests burned. On these rides we've ben going through acres of dead, black trees with incredibly green undergrowth. The contrast doesn't really show up in the pics, but whatever. Then it follows a creek all the way down with tons of bitchin creek crossings, switchbacks, and high speed rollercoasters. There's been a ton of thunderstorms the last week so it's made the trails incredible right now. Tacky and grippy. I got caught in one massive electrical storm right at the peak of a mountain in the middle of a great ride earlier in the week. After I soiled myself, I regrouped and raced down the hill after the hail had stopped while thunder cracked all around. With my fake hip, I've wondered if I attract lightening a little more than most. It would be rad to be great at attracting something. At the end of that Red Warrior, there's no bridge so you have no ther choice but to ford through the aptly named Big Wood River. Cuz I've got big wood for my life right now. I'm fucking loving the mountains, mountain biking, Idaho, and working at night. But it's got come to an end soon and get back to the real world. Broken bones, bitterness, and shattered dreams here I come!

I feel like both of these two at the same time....