The Kimball Art Center had a fundraiser at Harry O’s in Park City on Friday night and I was honored to display some art for the event. It was a multi-media event showcasing art of many variety’s , Live DJ set by DJ Brisk, Live painting on donated snowboards, a snowboard film premier of “I ride Park City” and visual art provided by myself and other artists. This was a super cool event and a was a fundraiser for the local art center. Backcountry.com sponsored the event and connected me with the organizers.
The show started with a encore presentation of the snowboard film and then Brisk rocked the house while local street artists painted on four snowboards donated by backcountry. Then the art pieces were raffled off to several lucky people who not only won a new board but also a piece of art.
This was my first time displaying art to the public and many people including friends were surprised to hear that art was such a part of my life. There was a great response to the pieces I displayed and it opened some doors to future show opportunities. Big thanks to backcountry.com and the Kimball Art Center for giving me this opportunity to display one of my passions.
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Skiing in Utah has been great lately, snow has been trickling in for weeks, keeping the base soft and refreshing the soft blanket on top. Some days the storm has been so heavy that the landscapes turn dark, tracks fill back in, and reports of four inch per hour snowfall are heard through the day.
christmas eve day the clouds parted slightly, letting the sun peek through just a bit before launching into another storm…
Rossignol busted out a new feature on there website with several cool videos called Rooster TV. Check out episode two and watch Cody Barnhill and I shred some gnarrrr….
Went skiing at alta Ut with my housemate Jack Pilot, on election day. started hiking at 3:30pm, we went right to the top of High Boy, then dropped into Stone Crusher and then over to Lone Pine, and back in the car by 5. the snow was thin so we were treading lightly and skiing slow. The snow was surprisingly good. fairly springy, deep and soft. I hit a few rocks but at the slow speed they were mellow, mostly smooth Pow!!!!
In a effort to get some fall training in my Housemate Jack Pilot and I decided we would hike up Mt. Superior. Instead of heading up the trail that leads to Cartiff we decided to go straight up the fall line between Little Superior and Hell Gate. Deciding that it would be a good challenge, good exercise, and we could do a loop and hike back down the trail was our justification. The climb proved difficult because of lots of loose rock scree, but gave us some unique vantage points to scope the terrain. Elevation was gained quickly, and we soon were upon the ridge.
As I crested the jagged rock spine, I heard a rustling. Thinking it was a hiker who smartly took the trail, I turned to see who was making the noise, and to my surprise a small herd of 6 mountain goats was looking back at me with cautious stares. I then notices that we had come over the ridge and split the group, with 6 or so on the left and 4 goats to my right. The 4 to the right slowly disappeared behind a bolder so I crept up with my camera ready, and peaked over the rock. 10 feet away the creatures stood, sniffing the air, scanning the terrain, and acting fairly confident. As I moved back out of sight from the animals I looked back to see one of them had closed the gap, seemingly keeping a eye on me, again as close as 10 feet away I snapped some more photos partially frozen. We stood like that for 10 min. or more before the goats slowly retreated down the north side of the slope, and we continued up the jagged knife edge. Farther up on the hike we looked down to see the heard reunited, and we realized that there were many more that we hadn’t seen. In total we counted 16 goats.
It was a cool feeling being so close to a fairly large herd of wild animals, and the first time I had ever seen mountain goats other that from afar. They were fairly chill, somewhat curious, and cautious to our actions, but for a few minutes we all were hanging out, enjoying the mountains, training for winter.
A small portion of the herd
this goat was fairly curious or potetaly protective… but he came to investigate as I disapeared behind the bolders in the fore ground
superior ridge
A cool rock pattern etched away by time resembling some ancient glyph
I headed back to New Hampshire to do a little TGR movie tour and hang out with my extended family as well. I arrived in Concord NH where I have relatives from both sides of my family. The first show was arranged by my Uncle Alan Cattabriga and was in a cool new non-profit theater in down town Concord called the Red River Theater. The shows were packed, people were stoked, and I had large contingency of family in the house!
The next two nights we went to Nashua NH, and then up to Burlington VT. Both show went great lots of stoked east coast fans. As always the fans on the east coast are insanely pumped up for winter, and skiing. Its inspiring to see people who are really passionate even though they don’t always get deep snow or have gnarly mountains so easily accessible like we have in the west.
After the tour I spent some time with the family, Alan and I went on a canoe paddle down the Merrimack river with some beautiful fall colors. Then we took a hike up Huntington’s Ravine, climbed around on some wet rocks and enjoyed the mountains as a snow storm rolled in. It felt great to be in the cold, wind, and snow, my first storm of the year, and we also got a good look into the famous Tuckerman’s Ravine. Now I can finally say I have been there!
