Saturday, April 30, 2016

Red or Green Chile With That? - Santa Fe, New Mexico

A couple of weeks ago, we met my parents in Santa Fe. We had no expectations of Santa Fe, and I suspect that is one of the reasons we fell in love with it. The historic central plaza seemed straight out of Mexico and the old (oldest in the USA) adobe buildings were a new sight for us. And the food - I don't even know where to begin! "Do you want red or green chile with that?" - every time we replied "both", we were reminded that it's called "Christmas (you stupid tourist)". Scott was especially in heaven with the spicy New Mexican food.


Adobe building near the town square - Museum of Contemporary Native Arts

New Mexican breakfast with red and green chile -- Huevos Divorciados

Dried chilies adorn the porches of many buildings in downtown Santa Fe including my parents' hotel

Santa Fe sits at an elevation of 7,200 ft - definitely a record high for my parents. Rising to 14,000 ft, the Sangre de Cristo mountains surrounding Santa Fe were still covered in snow. We watched a dramatic thunderstorm roll across the mountains, complete with lightning and otherworldly lighting, all while enjoying a beer on the deck of a local restaurant.


Storming over the mountains

Perched above the town square, we watched lightning in the distance, and drank La Cumbre brewery's Elevated IPA from Albuquerque (one of our new favorite IPAs!)

Half the population of Santa Fe is Latino. We loved hearing the chatter of Spanish as we were walking down the street. The Native American influence is celebrated in Santa Fe as well, but sadly the population has dwindled to just under 3%.

Outside the Museum of Contemporary Native Art, this statue reminds me of my nephew when he pouts and says, "DON'T LOOK AT ME"

Santa Fe is a huge tourist draw and the prices around the plaza reflect that. One day, we made the mistake of walking into one of the clothing shops on the main square. A table full of beautiful sweaters caught my attention so I checked out the price tag - $1500!!! Out the door we went...

Perched above the plaza with the $1500 sweater store in the distance

Great picture of Scott and Dad. What's not to smile about with Elevated IPA and some homemade chips and salsa!

A little more food porn - excellent fish tacos

My favorite part of the visit was our walk through the famous art district on Canyon Road. Again, I had no expectations, so maybe that's why it was so awesome. All of the art work we saw was outdoors. As you can see from the pictures below, the bronze sculptures were clearly my favorite.


This is all BRONZE! Amazing detail

The whole family was awestruck by these bronze sculptures

Again, all bronze - buttons, beads, thread, hair, feathers

I love it when I feel this way



Dad always keepin' the humor alive

It's hard to choose the cutest part of this sculpture - the pups fighting or the pup howling along in front of mom

Wheeeeee!

If you know my dad, or have visited our house in the summer, you know he isn't much of a goose lover


Truffles, the pig


This sculpture was called "Two pooped"

Truffles!



We found an orange kitty. He was not made of bronze.

Scott's favorite sculpture - the moose with skinny legs

After my parents left, we were solely focused on fixing a few important things with the truck and our mountain bikes, so we never got to bike or hike the numerous trails in the area. We'll be back to Santa Fe for sure.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

El Niño Winter - Jackson Hole, WY

Jackson sucked us in again for another excellent winter of backcountry snowboarding.  When I say "another", I mean this happened once before waaaay back in 2003. That was so long ago, I remember using DIAL-UP internet with my pre-flip phone tethered to our computer to send emails.

Jackson, 2003: That winter we lived in our good 'ol 1990 E-350 van


Living in El Tigre is downright plush compared to that winter in 2003

Besides the most excellent backcountry-access to the Tetons, Jackson surprised us with so much more. Jackson Hole sits in a physical hole at the foot of towering hills and mountains, surrounded by National Park and National Forest. The wildlife right outside of town is phenomenal - moose, fox, coyote, big horn sheep, mountain goat, elk, deer, birds, ferret, otter, bison, the list goes on.

One morning, the local moose family showed up for a photo shoot perfectly flanked by the Tetons. Pictured below:



Jackson is getting crowded but I don't blame anyone for joining the hoards who visit and dream to live in the Jackson area. Winter is the off season, so I can't even imagine what it is like in the summer.

Even the whales are migrating to the Jackson area


The diversity in Jackson is a bit surprising. At first glance, you assume it may be a town dominated by absurdly rich people. Charles Schwab, Tiger Woods, Harrison Ford, and Dick Cheney are among those who either bought here or call Jackson home. But luckily that's not true. The locals in Jackson range from extreme mountain athletes to good 'ol cowboys and most surprising, a thriving Hispanic population. It was one of my favorite surprises about Jackson. Mostly, because I miss the Latino culture and all that it entails.

I would be lying if I acted like we did much more than backcountry snowboard almost everyday for the 7 weeks while we were there. We did try to diversify a little bit, like when Scott tried his hand at the "Songwriter's Alley" at one of the historic Hotel/Saloon's in town (The Silver Dollar Bar at The Wort Hotel). It made for good pictures, but the venue was frustratingly loud - people were not there to listen to the musicians.

Scott asked one of the other musicians, Andy, to play with him for one of his songs

And when it wasn't storming too hard or raining on us, this is what we did for 7 straight weeks:










Around the middle of March, we weren't quite ready for winter to end, but a warm dry-spell convinced us to head south. We only made it 30 miles though. An updated forecast the following morning called for a big storm so we returned to Jackson. We enjoyed an epic week that started with 4 feet of snow over 4 days! After that, our legs were done with winter, and we were too. Thank you El Niño!

New snow up to my knees and it continues to snow!

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Our Winter Logistics - Living in an RV in the Winter

We recently met a guy in Colorado who is living out of the bed of his truck, ski bumming for the winter - no heat and no insulation in single digit temperatures. In Jackson, Wyoming we see many single dudes similarly living out of their pickup trucks. It makes what we're doing seem downright plush.

Our morning commute in Teton National Park, Wyoming

So, with that in mind, it was hard to even fathom writing a blog post about our first experience living in El Tigre for the winter. What's the big deal, right? Below are some of our issues and some solutions that we discovered over the past couple of months.

Despite all of our upgrades this past summer, including insulation, the Tiger has a couple of winter-living challenges. First, the windows are single pane with aluminum frames. Clearly, this Tiger was not designed for winter-living (later models have been designed better). The aluminum gets as cold as the air outside, collecting condensation and then freezing overnight. I put 3M Window Plastic across the 4 windows/frames above the bed, which helps the condensation and icing tremendously. On top of the plastic, I put rigid 1/2" insulation against the bedroom windows at night - toasty.

Sorry for the horrible picture...
Rigid insulation in place on the left.  Also trying to capture the plastic over our "foot" window.

We place Reflectix on the kitchen and living room windows at night, but the frames and sometimes the windows still inevitably ice up.

Reflectix works alright. It's better than nothing, but not nearly as good as the rigid insulation.






The plumbing isn't isolated enough from the cold outside for us to feel comfortable keeping water running through it (next big project?) - our fancy winter water solution is pictured below:

Our winter plumbing - 5 gallon jugs

Water bottle showers

In the end, condensation\moisture is really our biggest problem. Besides settling on our windows, we also found that it collects under our mattress. Every morning, I prop up the mattress, and things dry out pretty well throughout the day. Pictured below:

Putting those 8 lb weights to use this winter

We keep most of our sporting goods in the box overnight, so things like our snowboard boots can get pretty cold. Here's the best way to warm up our boots every morning after driving the truck for a bit.

Closing the hood makes a pizza oven for our boots (not while driving)

On cold evenings after my shower, I discovered a great method for drying my hair - our fan propelled propane heater!

Makeshift hair dryer - more water vapor in the truck (!)

And now, my favorite winter-living hack that we haven't even used yet. During our time in Leadville, CO where the temps routinely dropped into the single digits and sometimes below 0 F° overnight, we realized we needed a cold-weather, off-grid solution for starting our stubborn diesel engine. Aside from lugging around a generator or finding somewhere to plug the engine heater into, Scott found a simpler option (if you know Scott, you know he spent countless hours researching this). He settled on a small radiant propane heater that fits IN the engine bay. The idea is to focus the heat on the intake manifold for a while to warm it up... without starting a fire. If we ever get a chance to you use it, you may be reading about us in the next edition of the Darwin Awards.

Radiant propane heater that fits under the hood for super cold mornings

Monday, February 8, 2016

Starting the Adventures in Leadville, Colorado

We thought we might have a tough decision about where to start our backcountry snowboarding adventures. I guess you could say that narrowing it down to the western mountains of North America wasn't entirely helpful.

All smiles in the backcountry near Leadville atop Gold Hill.
Strong winds whipping the snow off the mountains in the background


Our friends, Melissa and Dave, made it easy to decide where to start. They are renting a house in Leadville, Colorado for the winter/spring and generously invited us to stay and explore the area around them. What started out as an innocent weekend in Leadville, turned into a 3-week stay, with a side trip a couple hours south.

Hanging out at the local brewpub called Pb ("Periodic Brewing" and also the chemical element symbol for Lead - get it?)

Leadville is the highest city in the USA, situated at 10,200 feet above sea level in the Colorado Rockies. It is a tiny town with an interesting contrast of gun-toting, big-truck-driving folks and outdoorsy, fitness enthusiasts. It also happens to be incredibly mellow and laid back - perfect. The cold, dry air up there is no joke. We woke up with bloody noses for a week, before our bodies acclimated.

Our time with Melissa and Dave basically consisted of rigorous days in the back country, yummy homemade food (lots of pizza and Dave's famous Sunday potato bake), adult drinks, and... wait for it... Euchre almost every night! This 4-person game is traditionally a Midwest card game. It's not something I get to play very often and I took FULL advantage during our time in Leadville.


Dave, Heather, Scott climbing up (Chalk Mountain)


The reason we climb up

We felt lucky to have a place to plug in the truck engine heater. We are slowly learning the in-and-outs of living in cold weather with a diesel truck. Diesel trucks DO NOT LIKE THE COLD - especially 22-year-old El Tigre.


El Tigre sucking up the electrons


Chores when the snow falls


We belatedly got to celebrate Melissa's birthday in Leadville. We walked to the local Mexican restaurant anticipating a few margaritas. Here's how you have to dress when you walk a mile to dinner when it is 5°F (picture below):

Lookin' good for our big night out

A few margaritas and we only noticed the stars shining in the sky and on the ground...


During a side trip south of Leadville we had a few days of blazing sun - almost too warm (pictured below). Our time in Colorado will be ending shortly and without a doubt this past month will linger in our memories for a while.

Using the binoculars to scope out our next adventure.
We drove to the end of the Independence Pass highway, where the road was closed for the winter.

Dwarfed by the snow-covered trees at Monarch Pass