Dad Board Part 1

Rob was off throwing his brother’s bachelor party, so I headed east in order to help my dad build a SUP. You may remember this story from a while ago – like 4 years ago. Freshman year of college I cut out the pieces for my dad to build a SUP. Each summer, my dad finished a step or two, but enough was enough – it was time to finish the project.

The other goal of the trip was to visit with my grandparents. Along with gluing the top of the board together late at night,


sup bldg w Hellen

I was able to sneak in some quality NYC time. We went to a Broadway show (The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time), walked in the park; I got my butt kicked by my grandmother’s pilates class, and did some pajama yoga (the best king of yoga).





Back to the SUP, we recruited neighbors, friends, and even my grandfather for extra hands putting the thing together. It was a whirlwind blast of a trip, but you will be seeing DadBoard on the water soon!







The Great Move

Rob and I made some moves. We left behind the gorgeous Teton range, packed up and landed just 4.5 hours away in Park City, Utah. A big challenge was leaving behind the bike trails that wind their way through Cache Creek right out our old backyard. Another was saying goodbye to friends, biking and skiing buddies, at least until our next visit. 


We landed an incredible apartment, but quickly learned that there were still a few things that we needed. Pots? Pans? Tupperware? Food? Spices? Yeah, we had some work to do. Finally, we set up the kitchen, and we were able to cook everything! The first thing to come out of the oven? Cookies, of course!


Next up was the entryway. I wanted a table to store shoes, and a place to put things down – your basic entryway table. I couldn’t find anything suitable for under $80, so I figured I would just build it myself. I started off with a trip to the recycling center – you would be surprised with what you can find for sale if your recycling center has a resale store. The one in Steamboat is incredible. The one in Park City wasn’t bad either, and I found all the lumber I needed for about ten bucks.

Next, I cut all the pieces out on the porch with a circular saw (having pretty serious miter saw envy right now), then put it all together. Rob wanted drawers, so I compromised by building in a shelf for drawer boxes that I would build later. To get the finish I wanted, I painted the whole thing black.


Then sanded and put on brown stain.


I later made the drawers, finished with polyurethane and moved the table into place. I think it adds a nice Lorin Paley slightly improved look to the place? What do you think?


With the house all set up, we began organized our attached storage unit. Rob piggybacked power for more lights out of the single light bulb fixture, and I made a space saving bike hanger. With a few magnetic strips and shelves, the place was up to standard. Now we just need to explore the bike trail right out the back door.



Spring is a great time to get after trailwork. It is easy to see drainage issues, the ground hasn’t become summer cement and there aren’t any bugs! Last fall Rob and I did a bunch of work on the Skyline Trail in Jackson, and now that the snow has melted, it looks like we are going to have another go at it!

Axes, and Hoes Oh My!

How do you get involved in trailwork, you ask? A lot of trailwork, you can do without any tools. See a stick on the trail that is waiting to eat someone’s derailleur? Throw it out of the way! If there is a small tree across the trail and you happen to own a silky saw (the best things ever) and carry it with you (I do in the spring), you can make easy work of it. For drainage and larger trees, it is best to find the facebook group that covers that section of trail and make a trailwork party out of a section. Everyone loves cold beers and getting their hands dirty making the biking world a better place. Plus the next time you shralp that section of trail, you will just know. Trust me.

These guys know

One Tough Cookie

Growing up, I always knew my mom was a tough cookie. She would pick me up when I fell, but didn’t insulate me from learning from my own experience. She let me get a D in school, and let me crash on my brother’s longboard. She let me ski even when she would cover her eyes when I raced. I hope to be as tough as her, to hold back from always breaking someone’s fall. In the short term it may have lessened my frustration or short term pain, but in the long term I would not have functioned independently without my parent’s constant guidance.




When I did ask for help, she was always there, hell or high water. She rubbed my back all night after I broke my leg. She carried countless bags of ice to my room and was a sounding-board to endless venting all throughout my life (and certainly a few tantrums) She helped me move all my furniture so that I could de-mold my off campus house in college, then helped me get dressed the next summer when I spent ten weeks in a hospital bed rehabbing from a bike accident.



She is the bright spot on a dark day, which has always made sense since her favorite color is yellow. I once asked her why her favorite color was yellow, and she replied that if the world is daisy yellow, you can’t help but be happy. I couldn’t agree more.

Unfortunately, my mom is proving in one more way that she is the toughest this year by going through full ACL reconstruction, but I look forward to early July, when the summer flowers start to come into full bloom, and we can go on some more bike rides together.


The Claws

The backcountry off Teton Pass is heavily trafficked, but you would be surprised how concentrated that traffic is around the closest tours. I guess it isn’t that surprising considering you hike less and ski more downhill with the closer lines, but I enjoy the touring part of ski touring. So I will often head out to the Claws, or even further. This weekend, since both Rob and I were recovering from the Jackson crud, we settled for the Claws and Avy Bowl.



Did I say settle? I guess that is what you call settling when you live in Jackson 🙂