Sea to Sky’s Mountain FM interview with Rachelle Hynes of Zesty Life
Head first into grit
Nearing the end my ride, I veer off into the berms for a little practice before finishing up. I focus on outside foot pressure as I rail some turns and pickup speed. My mind is a little hung up on technique and not focused on the trail conditions…
Before I could correct, my front tire washes out in the loose gravel and I get ejected over the bars. CRACK! Direct impact on my shoulder! “That didn’t sound good.” I said to Kula who was frantically racing around me as I lay on the trail. Jumping to my feet, I wheel my bike one-handed down the last few turns—I knew I needed to get down the trail before the adrenaline wore off. Fortunately I came upon a guy who offered to load my bike on the car for me. “Do you want me to call an ambulance?” he asked. “No, that’ll be $80 bucks! I’ll call a friend thanks.”
The call of the wild
Have you been daydreaming about a fantasy land, where powder is plentiful and deep, lift lines are non-existent and freedom is boundless? Well, why wait any longer to get out there!
With increasing crowds and steep lift ticket prices, it’s no wonder people are dropping into the backcountry. Whether you’re seeking endless pillow lines, meditative off-piste runs, or just another way to adventure with your pals—there’s something out there for everyone. Continue Reading…
What’s my safe word?
As my body slipped into the ice cold water, it was as if I was stepping into another self. The bitter cold began to bite my skin as I got deeper and deeper, until I was up to my neck. Breathe, I told myself, calmly focusing my mind. My muscles contract and shivers run up my spine, as the cold switches to a pins and needles burning sensation; my nerves becoming confused. The temptation to tapout is calling my name. Continue Reading…
Mountain biking Fromme and Squamish
Rupert, Entrails, Bony Elbows, Hueso, Recycle, Upper Oil Can, Pipeline.
Mountain life urban planning
I’m sure you can agree, at times it feels as though the world is spinning out of control, growth is happening faster than Brandon Semenuk ripping at Red Bull Rampage—And it feels like there’s nothing we can do about it.
For those of us who live in Squamish, this is our escape— into to the mountains. Squamish is our place of refuge, where no matter what is going on around us, a mountain is still a mountain. Where we can set off in solitude into the woods without technology or even a hint of the era we’re living in. This is our happy place. We must protect it.
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