Desert Love

We had an amazing trip down to Moab this last weekend to celebrate Trevor and Marco's birthdays. It was so nice to get into warm weather (it was in the low 70's and we were all overheating!) and to ride bikes where we can't quite do that in Jackson in the muddy off-season. Some pics of the beauty...

Cactus flowers lighting up the desert landscape.

Our sweet camp! Slickrock and the rest of Moab was absolutely packed, so we ventured a little outside of town and found a spot all to ourselves that totally rocked. You can see our new van with the awning out, yep, that is how we roll...camping in style!

 I couldn't get enough of these beauties!

 

 Of course I needed to get a little yoga in...

  

 as the sun set. Aaahhh.

 

 Keely and Anna and I standing around the fire and most likely solving the world's problems.

  

And then the full moon came up! So beautiful and bright we decided to go on a moonlight hike and ended up having a midnight moon dance party way out in the hills.  

 

 The next day the biking began. Megan, Keely, Marco and Anna loaded up their bikes to go be badasses somewhere.

 And I got my new moto (and hand-me-down) moto gear on. Ready to ride...eek! A little nervous to try it for the first time.

 But I don't know what I was so worried about...this is SOOOOO fun!!! I absolutely loved dirt biking and the spot we were at was the perfect place to learn. (soft sand to fall in!)

 

It was such a cool feeling to try something new. I couldn't get the huge grin off my face all day, so much fun and I have to admit, I am a little addicted already!

There is a huge smile under that helmet. Such a great weekend with amazing friends and new experiences, many laughs, a few scrapes and lots and lots of fun! Loving life for sure.

The Last of a Goooood Thang.

The ski beat marches on as May is fast approaching.  I am nearing the 100 ski day mark and quite honestly, am kinda ready to be on the river, moto, and golf course.  Then again, when conditions were as epic as they were last weekend, I could have winter year round!  Sunday just might be the last pow day of the winter, and while I am bummed about that, as always,  knowing I will have to wait tedious months to engage in the white room again, it was a hell of a last pow day.  

Iphones yet again never cease to amaze me the shots they can take.  

 

 Des, "Second Turn" with nothing but a fresh canvas ahead of him.

 Des and I skied the pass together a handful of days this winter, and as we got back to the truck on Sunday we were getting nostalgic remembering the good missions this "average" winter brought us.

 Des, making snowboarding look like a ton of fun.

 It might have been a week away from May, but the conditions and the crowd were mid winter.

 I like tight tree lines a lot.  Must be the N. Idaho ski roots.

 Mid tele transition. 

I am there somewhere.  Thanks again mother nature, yet another kick butt winter.

The eagle has landed!

I am very guilty of having "target fixation" when it comes to buying cool things that I can convince myself I can't live without.  Well, an RV is most certainly one of those things.  Rex, our beloved Toyota RV became somewhat limiting due to his little 4 cylinder engine, hills, towing, etc were just too hard for him.  So, I spent most of the winter researching and looking for a Class B motorhome.  One that can handle Teton Pass, town moto's and boats, and is cool.  I finally located one, found a good deal, and boom, you are seeing the yet to be named newest addition to the Robinson Family, especially designed for adventuring pleasure.  It's a 1992 F350 Ford Falcon.  Badass huh! 

Uhhh-ohh..

You are seeing things right!  That is a cherry, almost new, Yamaha TTR 125 that is Chels's new moto!  So freaking pumped, Chels joined the moto nation this week.  Look out!

Life Is Damn Fun...

 Hell yes Park City closing weekend, costumes, and raging blizzard!

Anna, Chels, Brett Micheals (?), and Teddy....

 

 Alberta tuxedo, my moms tried and tested one piece from the 80's, and unbelievable mullet, and a Chicken.  Perfect recipe for a lot of fun.

 Curt, too coo for school, Shannon owns the school, and Chels, you are bright!

Urban ski preppin in SLC

Weekend Getaway..

It seems that bailing for the weekends is par for the course, pun intended this time of year!  Jackson tends to be a bit gross in April, so, why not head south.  Last Friday in SLC was 65 degrees, the grass was green, and life was good.  Only thing missing was Lizzy and Marco.  

The crew, finishing up on 18 at the Bonneville course near the U of U in SLC. 

 

 If you discounted all the big city'ness of SLC, it looked a ton like the south island of New Zealand with the green grass down low and the big snow capped peaks on the horizon.  

 With so many buds in SLC it is sometimes hard to decide where to stay.  We opted for Marco and Anna's this go around and it rocked!  We loved their little place,  its in a cool neighborhood, and Anna is a damn good expresso maker.  

One of the best parts of the whole weekend was having Teddy back on the weekend fun train!  Seems like it had been way, way too long Ballgame since you joined us for an activity filled weekend.  Stoked you made it, sign up for all the rest of them brosef. 

I am starting a women's yoga retreat!

I am so so excited to begin my new adventure, Shine OM Retreats! It is a women's yoga retreat full of yoga, meditation, healthy and delicious vegetarian meals, hiking, swimming and introspective workshops in the beautiful setting of Jakey's Fork Homestead in Dubois, Wyoming.

 So far, I have had an overwhelming response and there are only a few spots left for the first dates that I have booked!

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If you are interested or have any questions, please don't hesitate to contact me at shineomretreats@gmail.com

 

Hope to see you at Jakey's Fork soon!

Last Bit of Desert...

Our sweet camp, what a bitchin place.

 

 Before heading back north on Sunday, we scored another ride on the Waterfall singletrack.  Sweet little bridge.

 Me and the Capt, fun trail. 

The crew! 

Not everything involves fumes....

 Yea, Yea, Yea, I know.......Trevor used to hike for a living, now, he never hikes.  Blah, Blah, Blah.  Well, I still use my two feet to get to cool places every now and again.  The Happes and I went for an evening hike down Crack Canyon in the Goblin Valley one of the nights we were down there last weekend.  It was super cool.  I like stitching together photos to make sweet panoramas.  

Shannon, almost 6 months preggers, rockin, and me, well, enjoying a frosty beverage.  

 

 I like it when places are so cool that you get a stiff neck looking around at your kickbutt surroundings.  

 I had just enough energy to jump slot canyons after the Five Miles to Hell.  

Happe, pregnant, and missing her moto. 

Five Miles Of Hell

 It seems pretty rare that you get to ride a "world famous" dirtbike ride, but this past weekend, we did just that.  Depending upon who you talk to and what you are willing to believe on the Internet, the "Five Miles of Hell" trail, created by the Sage Riders (amazing moto coalition in Utah) is one of the tougher, if not the toughest moto trails in the contry.  Well, my body is still so damn so typing this blog out four days later and I have the bruises to collaborate.  Five miles of hell was very close to where we were camping and we had all heard so much about its legendary toughness we had to give it a go.  It took us 4 hours to go 5 miles, we never left first gear for the whole ride, we got spanked, but hot damn, we finished it, made it out alive, and had smiles on our faces at the end.  

I really took so few pictures as there were next to no good place to get off the bike and feel safe standing in the line of whomever was coming up at you out of control.  

Matt, negotiating a pretty easy line for Five Miles of Hell.

 This climb was so burly.  Rock step ups, sand at the bottom, really tough.  

 The first major crux.  This was a group ahead of us getting a bike up via brute strength.  Much of the day was all about teamwork.

 Me, picking my way through a no fall zone.

 Pictures never do the steepness justice.  Me, trying to sort my life out after a pretty hard fall and the boys getting mentally prepared for yet another ball bustin climb.

The really stoked crew, after finishing the Five Miles of Hell.  Steve, Curt (nice legs dude), Matt, and Me.  

If you wanna see some video of Five miles of Hell, just hit it up on Youtube, there are videos all over the place.