Wednesday, March 27, 2013


It seems that Spring has finally sprung in Toronto. Easter is just a couple of days away and the snow is all but gone. Ten days ago though, we got a chance to hit the slopes. Not quite the steeps and deeps of the Rockies, Ontario's Blue Mountain is a great place for a family ski weekend and for the big guy to try skiing for the first time.
He got his skis shined up, grabbed a stick of juicy fruit, and I think the taste moved him when he popped it in his mouth. He'd been wearing his helmet round the house for the better part of two weeks.

Even with the hype, we were all pretty proud of his first time strapping planks of wood to his feet and throwing himself down a hill mountain. It was hard work too. 

When was the last time you used a rope-tow? 

Knowing better than to take Steppenwolf's word for it, I hear they have these new magic carpets, but I still haven't seen one in real life.  Maybe next year. Anyway, our gloves held up to it and we got our share of turns in. Next season my back tells me we'll find that carpet.
We had a great time. And as the little man crashed for nap, I still got to get in some extra runs and a quick apres ski.

 Next stop - Whistler. And then the Caribous.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Getting Older

Moshfest Gig Poster

Hanging out with friends you often get to reminiscing about days gone by. And as it goes we were recently chatting about "gigs" we used to check out back in the day.

Of course, growing up Edmonton,  and it being the 90s, I attended Moshfest. This is where we perfected crowdsurfing, or so we thought.

Turns out that was 20 years ago.

Moshfest '93. Grunge was in full swing. The music rocked. It spoke to us. I even volunteered - free admission and a t-shirt. A purple t-shirt.
Purple Staff T-Shirt

I was attached to Bill's Psychotic Mother for the day. They knew how to name bands back then. Also on the bill - Drool, Naked and the Dead, you get the idea. It was a pretty sweet deal though, basically making sure they had their rider and watching other bands with their lead singer. I think we had earplugs as the Agricom was the equivalent of a barn. Great place for a music festival.

Still, all this nostalgia is moving. I might have to move to a place, to a place where the dream of the nineties is still alive:


Monday, March 25, 2013