Buried Alive

Over the next two days some areas of Colorado Rockies are expecting up to eight feet of snow. Avalanche danger is already high and expected to get much worse. Be careful out there folks.

Being caught in an avalanche is like being buried in cement. You can’t dig yourself out of an avalanche. When buried, you can’t even move. Even if you could move, which you can’t, you wouldn’t know which way is up. And although it may be cold being buried in the snow it is actually suffocation that kills you. Your only chance of survival is if your friends (you are with friends right?) dig you out.

The first person video below gives you an idea of what it might be like to be caught in an avalanche, and being rescued.

The scratching/ruffling back-and-forth sound you hear is his chest rising and falling and the noise that his jacket makes. You can actually hear his breathing become stressed and accelerate, even in the short amount of time he was buried. The intermittent whimpering noise you hear is him trying to swallow and get some air.

He was only buried for 4 and a half minutes which is incredibly short. I cannot stress these next sentences enough; that in and of itself to be unburied in ONLY 4:28 is miraculous if you have any understanding of being caught in an avalanche and what it takes to be found. It could literally be some kind of “world record” just on how good the guide and supporting cast of other skiers was in getting to him.

Have some fun out there but respect nature.

Opening Day

Opening Day

Today is the Colorado Rockies opening day so yesterday my dad and I took a tour of Coors Field. If you’re a fan of baseball, and in particular a fan of the Rockies, I highly recommend the tour. It’s a really interesting and insightful. It lasts about 90 minutes and you get to see the entire ball field from top down and the guides are full of unusual facts and little known tid-bits about the Rockies home field.

Below is the purple stripe leading down Blake Street to Coors Field marking the way for the opening day parade.

Opening Day Racing Stripe

More pictures below.
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Jumbotron!

The free corporate tickets my company gave me to last nights Rockies game are on the third tier. From up there we could see me girlfriends’ firms tickets – front row directly behind the cameras next to the visitors dug out. We also saw that one of the guys she works with had two empty seats next to him. A couple of text messages later and we were right there practically on the diamond. You couldn’t get any closer to the game.

As I was scarfing down a bowl full of deluxe nachos and a beer, an usher brought a group of six young boys, all decked out in there little league uniforms, up to the cameras right next to us. He set the boys up in a staggered line with the smallest kids in front. On the ushers cue, one of the cameras stopped filming the game and swung around to face the boys. The kids went crazy cheering and pumping there fists. And then I noticed they were on the jumbotron.

Now was my chance!

I leaned way over in front of a kid. Never taking my eyes off the jumbotron I put a big smile on my face and popped a deluxe nacho dripping with cheese, chili, and jalapeno into my mouth. I did it! I finally made it onto the jumbotron at a major sporting event. Eating nachos for the world. An then the camera immediately turned off. I wasn’t on the screen for even a second. And to be honest there is some dispute as to whether my face made it onto the screen or if it was just my elbow. But I swear me and my nachos were on there for a-half-a-second.

The Rockies may have lost but I got to put another check mark on my bucket list. Next time I’m bringing my camera.

What Do You Do On Date Night?

Cubbies vs Rockies :: Coors Field, Denver

Last Friday was date night. What do you do on date night? Go to the movies and then come home and make out, of course. Or miniature golf and heavy petting. We opted for the movies.

Saturday I went and visited my Grandma. She seemed to be doing better than usual. Which is scary because I know it can change on a dime and will ultimately make me more sad. But it’s great when I’m there and she seems to be alright (despite knowing the truth). So it was an enjoyable visit. Saturday night was sushi with my bro and his girl at The Sushi Boat (cool river, lame atmosphere, good sushi).

Sunday we tried out the over-hyped Snooze. Then we headed to the Rockies vs. the Cubbies game where I was torn with whom to cheer for.

Ditch Days

Just got back from another baseball game this afternoon. I love getting the afternoon off of work (paid) to go eat hot dogs and drink beer. No really, I loooove it. The tickets were free, given to me by the boss, so I grabbed my assistant and we had a ditch day. A cold, wet, ditch day. The weatherman on the jumbotron said it was 42 degrees. And I rained nearly the entire game (in fact it snowed last night, I can’t believe its mid-May and it still snowed! see those clouds on the horizon in the picture below?). But a ditch day is a ditch day, no matter the weather. Oh, and incase you’re wondering, the Rockies won this time.

Hey Batter Batter Batter SWING Batter


Rockies Vs. Pirates, Coors Field, Denver

I went to my first baseball game of the season last night. It was the Rockies vs. the Pirates. A guy at work gave me over $100 worth of free tickets. Four tickets, 18th row, right behind the visitors’ dugout. It was foul ball territory all night, and I still haven’t caught mine. I should put that on my big list: catch a ball at a MLB game. I’ve come pretty close in the past, just a few seats away. But I haven’t got my fingers on one yet. It was dollar hotdog night too, which, in my opinion, actually is the cake. Watching baseball is the icing. It sucked though, cause I had all these free tickets but couldn’t find a soul to go with me. Granted, I did get the tickets a little late in the day, and I didn’t call everyone I know. But I can’t believe I couldn’t find anyone to go with me. Amazing. So I went to the game on my own. But if you know me, you know this is not out of the ordinary for me and I rather enjoyed myself. I had plenty of elbow room to eat all those hot dogs. Oh, and in case you’re wondering, Rockies lost, 10-15 in extra innings.
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Whiteout

On Saturday I picked up my brother and Pandy and we headed up into the mountains. We reached Copper Mountain at about 11:00 and skied till about 3:30. I was a beautiful, 15 spf, cloudless, electricbluesky day. The snow got a little hard towards the end of the day when everything cooled off but overall it was a great day. We spent most of the day doing cruisers as Pandy has only been skiing around five times, but she loves it.

We then headed over the pass deeper into the Rockies to Vail. We met my mom at her condo then freshened up and headed into town. Vail was really pretty with all of their Xmas lights up still and it was really nostalgic for me as I used to go up there every year with the family and spend time with my grandparents. It was weird how many absolutely beautiful people there were in that town. It was like Hollywood, with more furs coats. There wasn’t an ugly person in the entire place. It sickened and delighted all of us. We ate some Mexican and drank margaritas and people watched at Los Amigos (menu).

On Sunday we went skiing on vail mountain. My mom hadn’t been skiing in about 15 years, I hadn’t skied with my brother for probably about 13 years, and I’d never skied with Pandy, so it made for a really enjoyable day. Not to mention it snowed all day long and we got about 6-8 inches of powder to ski in all day. So when my brother and I split off from the girls to go ski the bowls, we had a blast. Visibility was terrible, however, and we both got frightened a bit when we first entered the backside cause it was whiteout conditions and we were very unfamiliar with the terrain (at one point we almost skied over a cliff). There was no way to gauge distance in the blowing snow so it was hard to tell if I was seeing 20 feet in front of me or 80 feet. We ran into some snowboarders who wanted to ski with us for safety reasons. We ran into another group of three skiers and chatted with them when we heard somebody yelling for help somewhere back in the snow beyond sight. Luckily one of the other guys had a radio and was able to call for help. The weather cleared up after about an hour and made for a great powder ski day, though. Driving home sucked, however, and I wasn’t back at my apartment till 8:30 on Sunday, exhausted from two days of skiing and a three-hour drive. What a great weekend.