Ello governerzzz,
I welcome you with a special celebrity guest appearance today. None other than Mama Tanya, in Da Boat, finally getting a whiff of what I refer to as Living The Dream. Took the mums out skiing yesterday, her first time in 12 years and boy oh boy did we have a good time. Hilarious, we realized we've never been on a ski hill together... and there's nothing like watching your mother slide head first down a hill, grinning from ear to ear, ski's as high as they can be in the air. Classic. We've been nothing but smiles the whole time, and I'm so stoked to share this beautiful atmosphere with her. I'm sure if and when you talk to the Lady Tanya, she'll preach everything I've been writing for the past two winters (well guess I've only written once this winter, but umm yeahhh).
People are so friendly in ski towns. The scenic shots are more than pictures will ever be able to describe. The adventures r within every step. Everybody knows everybody, and if ya don't, well than you'll get to know them real fast. Within the first five minutes of Mamacita being here, she had already met-befriended-and learned the life story of the bartender in the hotel... one and two Tuacas later ;) Mi casa es su casa, my food is your food, this beer's on me. Coloradoans give 'sharing is caring' a whole new definition... one that San Diegans should really take up. The hustle and bustle, traffic and congestion... what the hell are you talking about? Should we drive? No, take the free bus... actually lets walk. Activities are everywhere and one's for the taking. 75 years old? No problema, they're the real ski bums on the hill everyday, round the clock, smiling like little children on Christmas. Fall down skiing... r u alright? Can I help you? Mum got greeted by 3 or 4 five year olds while skiing, all at separate times... asking if she was okay and needed help. HAHAHhahhahhahaha, all while she was sliding down the hill, to say the least I was crying with laughter. Little kids, taught to help others out on the hill... if only that could humble the kids back home. The tourists replenish the city with MOSTLY great spirits, ridiculous gaper gear, and $$ for my paychecks... thx by the way. Just how much mulla are guests willing to pour out of their pockets? Well the average family of four staying for one week: transportation, hotel, lift tickets, rentals, ski school, eating out, souvenirs... spends around $10,000 for one week of living it up with locals that have made this their lifestyle... for a much cheaper cost.
10,000 dollarez... yikes. Luckily for you all who have visited me (Boom, Sunny, Sunny's Mamacita, Cay-rolll, and Mama!) we've kept it down to a few hundred. That whiskey being half of the bill hot damn. Jack, Jim, and Jamo, thx for keeping me warm all winter. For those who havn't visited me yet well ba-humbug. Calling you out, right now.
Just kidding, I understand people actually have these things called Yobs. Ya know those things with cubicles and pencil jars... eeewwww... sorry but that's just not gonna work for me. Actually................. that pencil jar could do me nicely.
Now I've come to the realization that the Monday thru Friday, 8-5 just isn't me. I've always kind of known that but I've accepted my life revolves around my recreational activities. I am not what I do, a surfer... a snowboarder, but they are my greatest passions in life. Being submerged in the surf and/or snow industry is naturally what I'm drawn to. I'm as happy as can be everyday, surfing the endless summers away and riding the winters sparkling pixie dust with luv. I've also recently been blessed with the option and opportunity to join the new family business. Pick-Smith Inc., the JamKat being the first product developed. A whole industry wrapped up in one little spring-loaded gato. Buzz worldwide, no competition, and so many expansions for the future... I just may have lucked out in this life I am living.
Oh who am I kidding, I'm one of the luckiest people I've known with a family that ya just can't beat. That includes every single one of you reading this, family and friends, friends being family too.
Well it's time to hit the streets with mama, some delicious BBQ later, followed by the Strawberry Park Hot Springs oh yeahhh. Much luv to all, thanks for taking the time to hear my hippie sermons.
Pura Vida, Snow bliss!
Cheyna Bobana
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Better Late Than Never
Well hello there lovely peeps and WELCOME! Sorry it's taken me so long to kick this blog into gear. Here it is, FINALLY, the long awaited return of my winter writings... just in time for spring. Ha.
If I remember correctly, I last left all you sweets with tales of my Canadian journey. Insights into what was truly an inspiring experience for me mentally, personally, emotionally, physically, and any other 'ally' you can think of. Still growing into my own with lots of room to evolve. I sit here on my couch, in no better place to continue my morphesis than Steamboat Springs, CO. In case some of you missed the memo sent out this fall (I swear my secretary sent it out, or so she says), I am currently perched in Da Boat and loving it. After leaving Whistler, I found myself ansy for another winter in the mountains. Where to go for 2010? Your guess was as good as mine. Tried to get back into Canada, not necessarily back into Whistler. What an amazing experience that was, but not my style. Even got my dual British Citizenship (ha, worst idea the UK and Northern Ireland ever made), but apparently Canada take 2 was not what life had planned out for me. Quite alright with me because surprise surprise... I find myself falling in love with yet another amazing place. Colorado is everything 'they' preach about, and then some. It's common knowledge people move out here for the winter, and end up staying because of the summers. If that's true then well I'm set to be a 'lifer' pending my staying here this summer. For the fam, friends, and co-workers that said 'Cheyna you go to Colorado you're not coming back'... well I now find myself in a dilema.
As for this summer, probably gonna be a last minute decision... but I'm pretty sure I'll be back in SD. That's right mamacita y papa... you'll have your Cheyn back.
Enough about summer, there's still a month of shredding to do and I'm not finished with winter yet. You see there's something special about Steamboat that sets it apart from the rest of this beautiful state. Being the only ski resort tucket in the NW corner, the snow that lands here is... well special. The way the valleys have formed make Steamboat the only resort in CO to get that 'champagne' powder. Extra dry, super light (call it a brut if you will) snow that sparkles like no other flakes around. Only Snowbird and Bryton in Utah can get this snow, if they're lucky. Other hills claim to have that 'champagne' powder (now trade-marked by SS), but they don't. I could go on forever about this 'pixie dust', but I won't. I'll save your retinas and move on to other matters.
Now that you've gotten the low-down on the thing that brought me out here, let me dish up a bit of Steamboat Springs histroy for ya'all. First used by the Ute Indians, Steamboat Springs now sits in the midst of the Yampa Valley. Settled in the 1800's, it wasn't til three French Settlers were passing through the area that Steamboat got it's name. They heard a 'chugging' noise as they were crossing the lands. Assuming there was a large river near by, they declared it a Steamboat. I'm sure much to their amazement, they were shocked to find out that it was merely a natural spring geyser that went 'chug chug.' As for the river, well it could barely hold a kayak... let alone a Steamboat. The Steamboat stuck but the chugging noise did not. After the railroad was built in 1908, the geyser was no longer chugging and still hasn't to this day.
With a mixture of true cowboy ranchers and down to earth ski bums, Steamboat holds it's own character that separates it apart from the rest. No richy bitchy ski snobs here, no for that you're going to have to head to Vail. Here all you find is a bunch of smiles and empty beer cans. Gorgously different, and proud of it.
If I remember correctly, I last left all you sweets with tales of my Canadian journey. Insights into what was truly an inspiring experience for me mentally, personally, emotionally, physically, and any other 'ally' you can think of. Still growing into my own with lots of room to evolve. I sit here on my couch, in no better place to continue my morphesis than Steamboat Springs, CO. In case some of you missed the memo sent out this fall (I swear my secretary sent it out, or so she says), I am currently perched in Da Boat and loving it. After leaving Whistler, I found myself ansy for another winter in the mountains. Where to go for 2010? Your guess was as good as mine. Tried to get back into Canada, not necessarily back into Whistler. What an amazing experience that was, but not my style. Even got my dual British Citizenship (ha, worst idea the UK and Northern Ireland ever made), but apparently Canada take 2 was not what life had planned out for me. Quite alright with me because surprise surprise... I find myself falling in love with yet another amazing place. Colorado is everything 'they' preach about, and then some. It's common knowledge people move out here for the winter, and end up staying because of the summers. If that's true then well I'm set to be a 'lifer' pending my staying here this summer. For the fam, friends, and co-workers that said 'Cheyna you go to Colorado you're not coming back'... well I now find myself in a dilema.
As for this summer, probably gonna be a last minute decision... but I'm pretty sure I'll be back in SD. That's right mamacita y papa... you'll have your Cheyn back.
Enough about summer, there's still a month of shredding to do and I'm not finished with winter yet. You see there's something special about Steamboat that sets it apart from the rest of this beautiful state. Being the only ski resort tucket in the NW corner, the snow that lands here is... well special. The way the valleys have formed make Steamboat the only resort in CO to get that 'champagne' powder. Extra dry, super light (call it a brut if you will) snow that sparkles like no other flakes around. Only Snowbird and Bryton in Utah can get this snow, if they're lucky. Other hills claim to have that 'champagne' powder (now trade-marked by SS), but they don't. I could go on forever about this 'pixie dust', but I won't. I'll save your retinas and move on to other matters.
Now that you've gotten the low-down on the thing that brought me out here, let me dish up a bit of Steamboat Springs histroy for ya'all. First used by the Ute Indians, Steamboat Springs now sits in the midst of the Yampa Valley. Settled in the 1800's, it wasn't til three French Settlers were passing through the area that Steamboat got it's name. They heard a 'chugging' noise as they were crossing the lands. Assuming there was a large river near by, they declared it a Steamboat. I'm sure much to their amazement, they were shocked to find out that it was merely a natural spring geyser that went 'chug chug.' As for the river, well it could barely hold a kayak... let alone a Steamboat. The Steamboat stuck but the chugging noise did not. After the railroad was built in 1908, the geyser was no longer chugging and still hasn't to this day.
With a mixture of true cowboy ranchers and down to earth ski bums, Steamboat holds it's own character that separates it apart from the rest. No richy bitchy ski snobs here, no for that you're going to have to head to Vail. Here all you find is a bunch of smiles and empty beer cans. Gorgously different, and proud of it.
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