- Send a short to medium email to firstname.lastname@example.org. If you go this route, the message must include no attachments. It comes to me via satellite, and it'll get completely blocked if the message is anything larger than a simple text email. I'll check this email once every few days.
- Leave a phone message on my regular cell phone. 760 920 1403. I'll check that once a week or so.
- For bookings in the Tetons, contact Exum Mountain Guides at 307 733 2297. They have access to my entire availability July 13 through September 3. They may have to dig a little, but everything I'm doing in that time line is booked through Exum.
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Skiing Alaska has got to be a lifetime highlight for most skiers. It's simply on another level. I have one (possibly more than one...) spot open on a customized fly-in ski mountaineering basecamp (like fricken Jeremy Jones would do) May 19-30 this year. It's relatively last minute, but should be an amazing time. Alaska has been warm down low, but has absolutely fat snowpack up high. (Alyeska reports over 700 inches for the season!). PM me for info on this fairly unique spin on the Alaska ski vacation. And check out the video for a past trip.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
03.01.16 | The Tetons TBT…to charging couloirs last week… I love this pic, but I’m more proud of the moments that preceded it… These coulies are intimidating. Steep, narrow, dark walls, no viz, a line you’ve never skied that curves out of sight… The moment you first stand atop your line is something else. Legs barking from a 3k to 4k foot skin up…out of breath from the transition from climbing to skiing mode… After the serenity of the skin up, you’re always slightly frazzled when you slide over and eye it up. The routine is familiar…Jed drops first and skis it smoothly…but he skis everything smoothly. A few seconds later, he radios back up that it’s Corey’s turn to drop. You can feel his intensity…and down he drops…and out of sight. And there you are…alone in the clouds, with nothing but your thoughts. Moments later the radio crackles to life, which instantly produces the adrenaline burst…”OK, Chad, you’re clear. And there’s a sweet inside line on skier’s right. Take it.” And just like that, you’re up… The first thoughts always seem to be negative… Fuck, this is steep. Will I eat shit? Are there rocks in there? Could it still slide? What happens if I get hurt? Or lose a ski? Blah blah blah. This is the crux. Forcing yourself to set those negative thoughts aside. Fuck that noise and turn it into… Wow, this looks sick. What would happen if I charged it like I’m in a ski mag? What if it’s the line of my life? That’s when you take a breath, sigh out the adrenaline and grab the radio… “Copy that, Jed. Drrrrrroooopppping.” You make that first tentative turn across the fall line to feel the snow…nothing…it’s quiet and creamy… it’s on. So you just fucking point it…the snow starts spraying across your chest and into your beard…and this happens. It’s a sweet pic, but I like it mostly because it is the embodiment of what the mountains have taught me. This has been a brutal week and I find myself standing atop a line I never anticipated I’d need to descend. But that’s life. I’m just telling myself to trust the lessons I’ve learned in the mountains. Don’t be afraid of change, challenges or the unknown. Look them in the eye. Charge them. And then fucking send them.
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03.03.16 | Dornan's Well, for those who get me, you'll understand why the pic I post on a 5k foot, 3 couloir day in the Tetons is a pic from the bar... Where the views are as epic as the sending...Teton panorama washed down with a pitcher of Pako's IPA, while @jediahporter drops knowledge on @calancaff... Wish I could bottle this moment... #BigwoodSpringBreak16 #CoulieLyfe #LifeLessons #chadandjedshow #chadandcoreyandjedshow
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Saturday, March 12, 2016
|Early morning, snow squall. Up Olive Oil.|
|Wildlife. The Tetons are smack in a fricken wildlife safari. After skiing the Banana Chute on Prospectors Mountain, with no photos, I climbed the south east side of Prospectors to the back of the Son of Apocalypse couloir.|
|Son of Apocalypse. Tracked, but great.|
|While I am not totally averse to the action selfie, a day paced like this one is not the time or place. This is the best I could do. Mainly powder skiing all day long.|
|The last two laps were on a familiar skin track up Whympys, with the final trip to the summit of Albright. Where I had not been before.|
|Summit of Albright, 5:16pm. Downhill!|
|I wish I could say I entertained profound thoughts about wilderness and weather and mountain vistas while gliding across Phelps Lake and down the Moose-Wilson Road. However, it was a brain-dead slog under beautiful light.|