May 8, 2012
Privileged to know such active people, I headed out with Jason Eichhorst and Surface Skis team rider Kalen Thorine on a short tour in Little Cottonwood Canyon. We skinned up pole line pass for a while and hit the top of Cardiff Peak. From there, we dropped north for a run and then headed back to the car through the sticky, south-facing, gloppy snow.
…Wait, that didn’t do my day justice at all.
I woke up in Park City at 7:45am and was driving to LCC by 8. Within 5 minutes of leaving my house, I heard the noise that riders of the veritable fixie bikes have learned to recognize all too well: that of a tire going flat. Consider I wasn’t riding my bike–it was just in the back of my car–it was both strange and a big bummer. Phoning Jay during the drive, I found out that he had invited Kalen along for the tour and that she would be a little behind our 8:30am meeting time. In the parking lot at 8:30, I pulled the tube out of my front bike tire as Jay pulled in beside me. We chatted as I checked for a puncture, only to realize that something had simply leaned against the unscrewed presto stem, releasing all of the air from the tire. Before I could replace the tube into my tire, Kalen arrived and we headed up the canyon.
Kalen had a brand new touring setup, including fresh Walk Frees–the same skis that Jay and I were on–and Plum bindings. It was a hot and sweaty walk.
On the north side of Cardiff, we ripped skins and skied.
With a 2pm appointment at the Apple Genius Bar, my time was short. We all agreed to head back to the road, and a short skin put us back on the long southern shot back to the car.
At the Town of Alta, I quickly grabbed my stuff from the trunk and caught a ride with the first passing car. It was 12:50pm. Coincidentally, the driver happened to be Jim Conway, the lead guide for Teton Gravity Research film trips. The ride back to the park-and-ride went quickly, filled with tales of Alaskan heliskiing and fallen comrades. At 1pm, he dropped me at my car. Rushed, I changed into street clothes, changed my bike tire, and changed my environment: from skiing to the sweaty, Salty valley. I loaded my touring gear in the car, put my bike on my roof rack, and started driving to SLC. The clock read 1:20.
At 1:40, I pulled into a random grocery store parking lot in downtown SLC. My bike jumped off my roof, my backpack onto my back, and I was riding within a few minutes. Skidding to a stop in front of the Apple Store, I locked my bike to the bench that everyone uses as a rack, and the iGuy at the front door greeted me.
“Hi, what can I help you with today?”
“What….time….is….it?” I panted in return.
To no one’s surprise, he pulled an iPhone from his pocket. ”1:52.”
WHAT!? I had 8 minutes to cool off and drink water instead of sweating all over the iFloor.
But seriously, thanks for the free new computer, Apple.
[Surface has a piece from this day on their superb daily blog, here.]