sno it goes.

With cycling seemingly thing of the future, my focus is now. Deep, dare I say too deep amounts of snow, trusty split and with equally excited snow junkies, the Wasatch is our canvas. Strokes were painted on a ceiling of blue and floor of white. 64 days and counting...

More of the same on the dockett, interjected with a super stoke trip to NYC with the lovely listless ...you couldn't pry this smile off my face.






One mighty fine line even on exhausted legs and sunburnt faces.