It’s been three days since I landed at DIA and felt the brisk, December air brush against my sandaled feet. It’s been about six full months since I last stuffed my feet into ski boots, and I can’t say I’m looking forward to it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my purple steeze Tecnica Agent 130s, but I’m currently missing a toenail on my left big toe. Oh the timing…

So, there I was, wrapping up our last WME show in Pasadena, and I was lifting the last of our promotional gear through the delicate doors of the Rialto Theater which was built back in 1925. I was taking care not to damage the doors by slamming them around, and in a moment of frustration, I accidentally swung the huge speaker towards my foot, thereby ripping the toenail off in one fell swoop. The pain was manageable, but my ego was wounded as I quickly remembered all of the warnings paid me by stage hands throughout the tour. They had told me that sandals are dangerous, and now this ski bum/raft guide wishes he had heeded their advice.

Now, with my new Blizzard Answers mounted up with some Marker Duke bindings, I am antsy to get out and make some turns. I just have to wait for this toe to scab up…at least I have my beautiful girlfriend Jamie and her dog to play in the snow with.