Skiing Wisconsin And Looking Like An Idiot Doing It
So there I was in Wausau, Wisconsin, on Granite Peak, a stellar little 700 foot mountain with 72 runs. I’d learned last year, more or less, to ski on a…ok, let’s call it a challenging trip to New Mexico’s infamous slopes. And though I hadn’t strapped on skis since then, I figured if I could survive the bunny hills of Taos, which at the time looked like what I imagined Black Diamonds might resemble everywhere else, then I could handle Granite Peak.
So Cool It's Downright Chilly
The time, it seems, has nearly arrived. To cease looking back and instead peer forward into the shining, silver mists of the future. To turn not with fear but hope toward the coming twelve months, leaving behind the joys of last year in anticipation of 2012’s glories. Until, of course, the planet blows up. Or melts down. Or does whatever funky and not entirely pleasant thing it might do, proving that the Mayans didn’t just run out of space on their calendar but actually really knew their end-of-the-world shit.
SexyBack
Well, you know what they say: better late than never. And so, after a brief pause in GPB’s EPIC countdown of 2011’s Craziest Sexiest and Coolest adventures, we return with a truly scintillating look back at the past year’s sexiest. But before you go getting your panties all in a bunch, be aware sexy ‘round here doesn’t necessarily have to do with making whoppee. Sexy, at least on this here list, pertains to something not merely erotic but also exotic, something so massively pleasureable, so intensely yummy, that if I were a cat I would have bared my belly and purred.
Thank You, TLC, Wherever You Are
Well, it’s that time of the year again. The most wonderful time of the year, in fact. The time when we kiss goodbye the previous twelve months, throwing open wide our arms and embracing the next dozen. It’s a time for letting go of the old and ringing in the new, for reflection, for honest appraisal, for fresh starts, for…champagne. Lots and lots of champagne. And even better, it’s also the time when GPB comes out with our year-end wrap-up. It’s our look back at the highlights of the past 365 days, condensed nice and neat into a Top Ten List.
Talk Hard
Yep. It’s happening again. For the second time this year, I’m taking over the radio airwaves to talk all things Pink Boots.
Ice Ice Baby
Ok, so Texas might seem a strange locale for ice skating – even Texas in December. But last week, when I visited the profoundly lovely little burg of Fredericksburg, lo and behold what did I find but a wee skating rink? And so, despite the fact that I haven’t skated in over 25 years, I thought I’d give it a whirl. Unfortunately, however, the ice was loaded with more little kids than that gawd-awful Mad Max movie with Tina Turner. And since they all seemed to body check each other with about the same frequency as a minor league hockey team dosed on crystal meth, cheap whiskey and steroids, there was really only one way it could turn out…
Kayaking the Krka
So I make no secret of the fact that I love Slovenia. I mean, what’s not to love? From sucking down absinthe at the surreal Green Rabbit in Ljubljana to whitewater rafting in the shadows of the Alps, from drifting across the translucent, emerald green waters of Lake Bled in a handcrafted wooden boat so beautiful it’s a work of art to feasting on the traditional wild boar and deer meat goulash with polenta – and plenty of the country’s exceptional wine – tiny Slovenia offers more pleasures than nations five times its size.
Zip it Good
Of everything I did in Branson, the thing that may possibly stick with me the longest -not least of all because it made me question my decision-making process – was ride the Vigilante Extreme ZipRider. Like a zipline but waaaaay more intense, the Vigilante begins 200 feet in the air, and runs a half mile, during which the rider reaches speeds of 50 miles per hours. And it made me scream like a three-year old after a bad bout of peek-a-boo…
