4am 9/11 Remembrance Media … Remember that time we Capper’d Salt Lake City on the 10 year anniversary of 9/11. Wow – I watched this on repeat for an hour tonight thinking about awesome things we have done with the power of friendship. When good people and friends come together, we can accomplish some pretty amazing and emotional things. Brian Gold Show Goldrich, thanks for having the power of microphones and believing in a random idea to do something good like this for the pure awesomeness of our country. The fact we were able to quiet down Festival Village at the Dew Tour (one of the noisiest environments of all time) to pull this stunt off without anyone knowing … equals pure “I Love America” kind of joy. Capper Capper Fish, I think the Denver Broncos are going to need some love this year. Hmmmm, would you change anything if you were in front of 75,000 of our orange and blue fans?
Our alarms went off at 2 am. Yep. 2 am. Hydle was struggling a little bit to get up considering he went to bed I think around 12:30 – at least I went to bed around 9 pm so I was doing alright. It took us a bit to get the car loaded up and out of the house. Rhinehart was getting frustrated because he also woke up at 2 am, but we didn’t reach his house until 3:15 am!
Once we grabbed Rhinehart, we were rolling by about 3:30 am. Hydle drove the first leg with Rhinehart keeping him company while I slept some more! At around 7 am, Rhinehart took over driving, Hydle went to the backseat to sleep and I kept Rhinehart company.
We arrived at Canyons right at Hydle’s goal of 10 am. This beat the navigation time estimates by about an hour and half. 6 and a half hours to Canyons in Park City, Utah. Not bad!
We took a series of really fun photos and videos in front of the Canyons welcoming sign, and then went to the parking lot which has a people mover that gets you to the village from the lot.
There were only two lifts open for their opening day at Canyons, so we had plenty of time to play with the staff. Hydle and Rhinehart chatted it up with the lifties, and we took some fun Epic Mix photos at the top of the first lift.
There were also really only two runs open so there wasn’t a whole lot to do other than play around on the groomers a bit. The boys were good at making the most of it like always and played around through some of the soft side runs, and Rhinehart did his signature Daffy in the park a few times also.
After a some laps we headed to the Red Pine Lodge outdoor bar and hung out with some super fun staff in the sunshine. Hydle ordered the “Triple Epic Burger” and Rhinehart ordered the “Most epically epic gluten free burger” – we had a blast hanging at the bar, eating burgers and making videos.
Then we cruised down and had to go take some pics and videos at the orange bubble lift, and met some more fellow epic racers.
By now it was about 2 pm and we had to get on the road, considering we had to make it all the way to South Lake Tahoe! I drove the first leg while the guys sat and edited on their Iphones,
When we got to Elko, Nevada, Rhineharts video was ready to be uploaded, but we majorly struggled to find fast enough internet in Elko to even upload his video to Youtube. So after striking out a few tims, we ended up at a Verizon store where the guys finally got it to upload.
Hydle was impressed with Rhinehart’s edit from the day, and they reviewed and re-reviewed the video lots of times, and Hydle offered his feedback, and then started filming “directors cuts” of his edit which was hilarious for me to watch them interact with each other.
The drive was a total of 1,100 miles, which we did in one day. 3:30 am through 12 am. When we got to South Lake Tahoe, my good friend Dwyer – who has a place in South Lake – kept asking us if we wanted to swing by for a beer. At first we thought we couldn’t pull it off, considering the day we had, but somehow we all got a second wind and headed to his house.
Dwyer poured Rhinehart and I some nice red wine, gave Hydle a Coors Banquet, and we hung out checking out the work he’s done on his house, played a little “island pong,” ate some pizza and snacks, and then finally decided to head back to my place around 1:30 am….and then still somehow decided to get in my hot tub back at the house. Holy crap. What a gnarly long day, but totally fun and totally worth it! We slept in this morning, and now are heading to Kirkwood for everyone’s first time! Feels good to be home. SAFE!
Devin Super Tramp is at it again… creating yet another video. This one gives Utah some more random street cred.
The Holi Festival… I wasn’t entertained enough to look it up, but it looks like a celebration of a Sony Bravia. I like this one with the original audio more better bang yah.
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Devin Super Tramp is at it again… creating yet another totally randomly cool video. Shot in Moab, Utah… I finally have a concrete reason to finally go there.
My first at bat with the world of BMX, with the dynamics of Vert and Dirt, with the athlete lounge and with the luxuries that come with simply believing. . . . . .
The drive out went so smoothly, 4 hours went by before the radio was even turned on. Upon arrival, we didn’t have but a second to breathe, let alone unpack the Grover, as we immediately embarked on the first set of hours meeting/greeting/smiling/embracing both new and old friends. It wasn’t until after 3 a.m. before I set the Taylor down. Her strings have seen things both unimaginable and defyingly beautiful. Drake played and we listened.
The following morning, just before 9, we woke with a sense of urgency, not wanting to miss a single beat. Heading out of town, the canyons outside Salt Lake swallowed us whole as we made the ascent towards the cabin. Only a handful of us, trifecta intact, our minds at peace and ready for whatever the world had in store. The sun seemed to love the company as he shined down on the expansive deck, so subtle and warm, it’s as if he wanted to be a part of the wonderful conversation. TJ made us laugh with his witty anecdotes and getting to witness both he and Fuzz reminisce was a gift no amount of money could buy. Riding along the ins and outs of back country dirt roads in all sorts of 4-wheel vehicles felt like love lingering in the wind that rushed in from all angles. The thought of how the aspen roots cradled us all no matter where we were was enough to inspire an army of hope. For recovery, for STAYING STRONG. Singing a few tunes for the cabin crew, the sky unfolded behind me. . . .lightening and thunder providing the best sort of percussion. High ceilings supported by hand sawed logs allowed for the sounds to echo and bounce in and out of ears; ears belonging to new listeners. Like time had stopped, we all shared heavy hope and it equated to new found friendships almost instantly.
As the night fell and as we returned to the bright lights of the DEW TOUR, we walked along the dirt, standing beside the mounds that would resemble TJ’s back yard and provide ample obstacle/motivation for the Dirt Finals’ riders. (Thank you Alysa) They flew, as if their bikes had invisible wings, so high it made us soar. Hucker surfed, bringing smiles to all. . . . .
Sunday proved to be the emotional crux for us all. After being asked to sing our National Anthem after a moment of silence in honor of the anniversary of 9/11, my heart lept. It wasn’t about me. It wasn’t about the fun we’d had. It wasn’t even about the connections that had been made. Suddenly, everything shifted. Taken to a higher level, it’s as if we molded together, a mass of love and sorrow, uplifting silence and unending hope. Sharing my voice in that moment changed everything for me. For my journey, for our goals. For dreams and for the future. Eve cried and Hydle was proud.
Later, we went to cheer on Simon as, even with wounds still not fully healed, inspired us all with his courage to ride and gracefully take 5th. We supported Stevie as he dethroned @ the BMX Vert Finals and came together for a round of music in the back room of the Hotel Bar that could never be reenacted. With love in our hearts for Stephen Murray, we all sang: Simon, Shanna, Hydle, Eve, Hucker, B. Hunt, Anthony, Stevie, Goldy, Darryl, Lee, Flip, Adam, Chris…….. “we wanna get lost in your rock n’ roll and drift away .. . “ The pleasant moments shared between what could only be described as “a family” were the kind of times that not even the best camera in the world could have captured.
The drive home through western Wyoming opened my heart and mind, felt like my soul was flying. I’m overwhelmed with love and gratitude for the seemingly endless hours spent in Utah. I am so blessed to have had such an amazing first bout. I will forever be a fan of the Dew Tour family, thank you Eve.. . . . . . . . . .CAPPER
