Gear Review: Garmont Radium

If the boot doesn't fit.  Mold it.

Searching for a reasonably priced "do-it-all" boot?  Garmont has the answer.

Wendell State Forest: Getting Hooked on Dual Suspension

It's Wendell, Not Wendal.

Wendell State Forest in Massachusetts is much like her hot sister Leominster.  Rocky, hilly, wild and large.

Why the people of the Commonwealth chose to name her after an annoying Arrested Development song is beyond me. 

The Trailers Are Out! The Trailers Are Out!

In case you hadn't noticed: it's July!  That means there are only six (sometimes four) more months until ski season.

While you've been busy re-learning how to hike downhill, the ski porn industry has been busy cropping, pasting and editing to bring us the 2011 offerings.

As of today, three of the big guns have released their trailers for Fall's films. Warren Miller (but not really Warren Miller), Teton Gravity Research, and Matchstick Productions, all have teasers on the internet.

Warren Miller's: Like There's No Tomorrow

Teton Gravity Research's:  One For The Road

Matchstick Production's: Attack of La Nina: The Bitch is Back

Also, be sure to check out my videos from the 2010-2011 season.  

Now excuse me while I go purchase my plane tickets to Chile for some August skiing. 

Gear Review: First Ascent Hangfire Hoodie

You know that comfortable hooded sweatshirt that's your favorite for lounging around in on a cool fall afternoon.  It’s not your friend.  In fact, it might just try to kill you.

Bedford Isn't The End of the Line

You can get here from downtown Boston using bike trails.  Really.

Okay, so I'm getting a little obsessed with finding "wilderness pathways" in the Boston suburbs.  Maybe it's my mortal fear of road biking around Boston drivers, but my quest to find bike paths linking different parts of the suburbs brings me way too much enjoyment.

Leominster State Forest: In the Diving Bubble

You got your rock wall on my trail.  You got your trail on my rock wall.

Leominster and I go way back. 

Back when my idea of mountain biking was riding the fire road freeways at Blue Hills, I found a place that challenged my idea of where a mountain bike could go.  Every Thursday my buddy Gered and I made runs down the spine jarring, bone bruising, glorified streambeds that Leominster calls trails.

Did I mention that we used to ride there at night?