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Beloved tens of readers:I'm excited to announce my blog's new home at www.occasionallyepic.com!  I've been working on the new platform for a while, and while it still has rough edges and old posts that need cleaning up, I'd be honored if you added the new url to your blog reader or bookmarks or ipad next to the toilet or however else you get your weekly dose of Kristina. I'm still writing,
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The snow dances in cascading sparkles as we move, the crystals refracting the sunlight in every direction. Theresa and I are skinning toward a convex slope on an especially warm spring day. A third member oufour party is out in front. Just as the thought starts to creep into my mind, Theresa stops. She's standing in the exact spot I would turn uphill. She's reading my mind again. I met
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For most people, ski season begins with bellies full of turkey, cranberries, and yams. Winter resorts open around Thanksgiving, welcoming riders in droves for the first crappy, rock-laden turns of the year. These same folk ski until mid-March or early-April - depending on your geography - then stash the skis in the back of the garage to be forgotten until the next round of stuffing and pumpkin
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Even if the glass hadn’t shattered everywhere, the snow was too dirty to make any remnants salvageable. The malted-brown goodness Andrew had carried for hours was gone forever, dissolving before our eyes into the frozen earth. We’d be spending New Year’s Eve without whiskey. A group of us were at Keith’s Hut, near Pemberton, British Columbia, to ring in the New Year. Keith’s Hut isn’t
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This summer kicked my ass. Between family visits and house projects and planning a secret, surprise wedding, my personal life has been all over the place. Life at the office has been similarly hectic, with an organizational restructure resulting in two openings on my team and a reshuffle of priorities we're responsible for. I may have given up busy, but in its wake I feel like I've been
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Nearly 400 people have been members of The Mountaineers for 50-years or more. Together, they share 20,000 years worth of outdoor memories: exploring, learning, and conserving in our wild places. I have the privilege of learning about their stories on a weekly basis. One such epic arrived to us via Eddy Boulton, a second generation Mountaineer and daring explorer of PNW mountains. In 1971, he and
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Get into the car wearing nothing but a tank top, shorts, ski boots, and tutu (duh). Go on a five minute ride. Walk 30 seconds, on snow, to the top of a flat landing and click into your skis. Sloosh your way down for 750ish vertical feet on perfect, skier-groomed corn. Carry skis back to car. Rinse. Repeat. Thus Turns All Year Month 81 was complete! Generally skiing in July requires quite a
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How to plan a surprise, secret wedding in 10 easy steps: Get engaged. Tell no one. Decide you don't want to plan a wedding and opt for a secret, surprise backyard ceremony instead. Make it a western themed pig roast, because you are from Montana and he loves to roast a pig. Go dress shopping. Alone. Surprise even yourself when you say yes to the dress and ugly cry when the sales gal asks you
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I'll admit it: I'm getting a little tired of Turns All Year. It's not TAY, it's me. I feel like this ridiculous endeavor has introduced me to amazing people and jaw-dropping places, and if I can be self-indulgent, first-world-problems for a minute I'll admit that I'm a tad on the unmotivated side because 1) I feel like my summer skiing playlist is on repeat, 2) my ski friends have turned into my
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Two years ago, I adulted hard by buying a townhouse to celebrate birthday #32. I spent the month painting (a mountain mural!), boxing, and moving. Not so much with the birthday celebrating. Then, a year later, my boyfriend bought a house and we once again spent my birthday month painting, prepping, boxing, and moving. This year, I was like HELL NO! We are skiing our faces off for my birthday,
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