Back to reality

Six weeks in Wyoming has come to an end. Its been very productive: 4 weeks of “science”, 19 days of skiing, at least 17000 vertical meters skinned up and skied down, 4 core shots, 2 wrecked toes, I-don’t-know-how-many beers, or burgers, or steaks, tons of fantastic friends – old and new – and a shit … Continue reading Back to reality

Up in the clouds

When its windy on the prairie, which is to say always, and there is fresh snow on the ground for the wind to play around with, driving a Chevy Tahoe to Centennial feels strikingly similar to floating on small pink clouds. I didn’t really nail the feeling on this picture. Most of the time, we … Continue reading Up in the clouds

Back to the wild

Well, I’m not so sure that it’s so very much wilder than Västerbotten, but it feels kinda good to say it; going back to the wild. To the antilopes, elks, coyotes, to the prairie, to those mountains, to that dry white snow that evaporates before first turning into water,… Of course, I’m referring to Laramie, … Continue reading Back to the wild

Not the end of the world as we know it, but of two pretty damn good months

The airbag has been popped, old and new stuff has been squeezed into bags, and Martin’s wild grown ski bum hair has been cut to a more civilized shape. My partner in crime has returned to reality, while I am still in Wonderland. Two months of almost all play and, what feels like, no work … Continue reading Not the end of the world as we know it, but of two pretty damn good months