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Recipe: roasted potato and green chile salad

Do you watch the weather? I do. It all started because my mother and grandmother constantly watched the news for the weather report when I was little. Then with the arrival of cable and The Weather Channel, that channel became the default when there was nothing better to watch. My father also watched the weather because he wanted any excuse to go sailing (oh the days of sitting adrift in the middle of James River with nary a breeze to lift our sails). This is a habit I’ve had for nearly all of my life, to check the weather. We don’t own a television now, but this obsession has become worse for me, you know. In graduate school we were required to have a minor outside of our field, so I chose two: planetary radar astronomy and… atmospheric science. These days I completely geek out reading atmospheric science blogs (yes, they blog about global climate models and it’s really bloody complicated and fascinating stuff) and sitting on NOAA weather forecasts – all in the name of recreation. Ski, climb, hike, whatever it is, I always want to know the weather because in the mountains, it can kill you.

The weather has been absolutely gorgeous. Sunny, warm, pleasant. And that means skiers are in a panic. My girlfriend told me “Luke is losing his shit!” Translation: Luke is upset that the base is disappearing on the mountains and that his ski season will be truncated. We are all worried about that not just for our ski season, but also the implications for the snow pack, our water supply, and fire danger. And yet! Look at the forecast this week:

Our skis are at the ready. We have our ski day routine pretty much dialed in. But today… today felt like late April instead of late March, so we took to exploring a new trail with Miss Kaweah, who desperately needed a hike (and a bath afterward, which she didn’t really want). We found a cool makeshift teepee!

room enough for two three

kaweah is unimpressed

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Recipe: soy sauce eggs

I have always had this thing for the number 13 – I like it (in part because it is a prime number). And Friday the 13th is even better because I love Fridays. But the best thing about Friday the 13th? I always get an email from my friend, Jack. He usually tells me he misses me and Jeremy or that he hopes to see us next time we’re in So Cal. And then he ends with JASON JASON JASON KILL KILL KILL! This has been going on for over 16 years. I got one of his emails this morning right before we left the house. A great start to a fantastic day.

powder + bumps + breckenridge = sweetness

It really feels like spring skiing, which I’m not all that thrilled about because it gets so darn hot. However, the fresh powder overnight and the bluebird conditions today are pretty hard to beat. Breck was surprisingly unbusy and we hit freshies all morning. By afternoon, the powder became heavy, the runs were getting tracked up, I was sweating like a pig, and my quads were on fire.

totally worth the pain

jeremy hunts for pockets of powder

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Recipe: grilled prosciutto-wrapped shrimp

Jeremy turned to me yesterday and said in a surprised tone, “We’re married!” He still can’t get believe we are married, but we are. Twelve years as of yesterday (Sunday). I think I finally got used to it about two years ago, but I don’t think of us as married so much as a really good team. We didn’t do anything special to celebrate. We didn’t need to. Every day is a good day.

enjoying the little things in life

Last Thursday night we went into Denver to see Andrew Bird at the Ogden Theater. Andrew Bird… Andrew Bird… He makes me swoon. Heck, he makes Jeremy swoon. One of our favorite artists and it is quite the experience to see him perform live – 20 feet from us! What a treat. Then we went to Breckenridge on Saturday to ski up the bumps.

and it was good

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