Saturday, December 20, 2014

Back in the Proverbial Saddle


It has been a very long time since I have written a blog post, hence the chosen title. This is the beginning of my 33rd year walking the Earth and I am hopeful and optimistic about the future. The Winter has been off to a very wonky, wet, and lackluster start leaving me a lot of time to cross-train in order for my legs and body to be in prime shape for long days of snowboarding and hiking. Mt. Baker is finally getting some much needed snowfall (which I attribute my personal blessing as seen in the photo above). 2014-15 is the worst start to a season in about 40 years. Fingers crossed for cold jet-streams and big dumps!

About eight months ago I got back into running and it has been a difficult transition back due to old injuries and general body mechanics. At first I was satisfied with 1-3 miles at a time and now I am currently up to running 5 miles without serious or lengthy time in recovery. I definitely had some help and encouragement through the beginning from a special lady and I am extremely grateful for the extra push I needed. I don't plan on getting to a point where competitive running will be a goal or hobby, but you never know what could happen in the future. I am just excited that I have been able to persevere through the process of getting back into a way of being healthy and fit. I am still not eating the way that I would like to, but one thing at a time and a commitment to being a better me is all I can focus on.

This is my personal philosophy. Feel free to apply it to your own life if you should so choose!


The past few months have been quite a change to my normal approach to taking the easy road in life. A difficult relationship transition forced to re-examine my future, goals, aspirations, and methods of achieving them. Although the relationship ended in an unexpected amount of heartache I have taken this as an opportunity to consider my options and focus my attention and energy on a life-long dream. It is a long road to hoe and I am up for the challenge. At this juncture I am taking the necessary steps researching ways to fund the training and to get to a financially solid position to make the dream a reality.  See above photo for my outlook and approach. 

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Mt. Baker Season Opening Day 2013-14

Mt. Baker Website
The snow God's have spoken and we were listening. It has been written. 


If you are one of the less fortunate and have a "real job" hopefully this weather system will continue to bring us more heaps of "Cascade Concrete" for your weekend warrior way. You could always take one of those coveted paid sick days and, "cough, cough," not make into the office. If you are a Western student may I recommend sending your lab or group partners that aren't into the cold and deep pow to pick up your assignments, take copious notes, and GET YOUR ASSES UP TO THE HILL!  For all of you "Washington State Ski Team Members," (i.e. seasonal workers collecting unemployment), UP YOURS. There is no doubt your slacker asses will be in line waiting for Chair 6 to open. 

I happen to have an early morning appointment that I cannot miss and will be desperately trying to find a ride up once my duties are complete. Follow the links below to see for yourself, but I promise you this is not a lie. I repeat, this is not a lie. If I don't see you there on Thursday we shall ride on Friday! Hope to see all of my ski-bum friends up shredding the gnar pow-pow VERY soon!

Friday, November 15, 2013

Winter has Come!

Today marks the day that I feel the chill in my bones, the rain on my face as I ride my bicycle around Bellingham, WA, and snow begins to drop in heaps on Mt. Baker and the North Cascades. 

What does that mean for you? 

Bundle up, find a cuddle buddy for these long, cold Winter nights, and start waxing your snowboards and skis, and most importantly - REPLACE YOUR TRANSCEIVER BATTERIES

NWAC has posted their weekend forecast and it is looking like this weekend will be the beginning of huge dumps and the base stacking in the local ski areas. Get ready, my Friends! 

This year is going to be a huge change for me from the icy "mountains" of Vermont and New Hampshire. I hope to see you all out there shredding the gnar and submarine-style shredding in the White Room.

Monday, May 6, 2013

Older brothers were made to champion your successes and help guide your way.  This kid is the best!

You can become a Believer here: Mr. Feelgood and the Firm Believers.

Friday, November 30, 2012

The Laundry List

I've compiled what I believe to be an accurate account of all the US States that I have done my laundry.  I have marked the approximate locations.  I one day hope to hit all 50.  Just a few more to go!
The Most Important Map of the United States for Thom Mooney

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

On the road again. Destination: Vermont.

Well, hello there.  I am writing to you live and direct from Vermont.  I have made my way back to the East Coast, and up.  After a short stint visiting family, weathering a hurricane, visiting my parents homes in North Carolina and Alabama, I have made my way up to the "Green Mountains." It is my goal to ride them when they turn white!

I moved back to Virginia in August in hopes of working for a friend's construction company.  Things didn't go quite according to plan and after a few weeks I knew that I had to be back in the mountains.  The only question at that point was, "which ones?" I called up my buddy, Gregory Brown, who I had met while we were both volunteering for Eco-friendly companies (Protect Our Winters and RAMP) at the Gorge for the Dave Matthew's Band Caravan, and asked him if he knew of any work opportunities in his area.  I knew that he was in the snow scene up here and figured he would be a good contact to touch base with to see about mountain living in the North East.  Having lived in the Pacific Northwest for the past six years it only made sense to try out the other side of the country for a seasonal comparison. Greg said come on up and check it out, so I made my way here this past Friday after my first Thanksgiving with my Mother in over 12 years.

Friday I traveled.  I actually missed my first flight due to a delay, complications figuring out when the new boarding time was, beers in the lounge, and a lack of attention to the overhead paging system. I guess they still have them, and apparently they will try to call you over it several times.  I didn't make the flight but I somehow managed to get booked for a later flight through a completely different connecting airport, and I was bumped up to first class.  Greg met me in Manchester and we drove the final hour and a half to the house. All-in-all a very long day of traveling and drinking on my way to a new state for the first time.

This Winter I will be living up here in the farmhouse with Senior Brown.  The first night was pretty chilly.  Second night got much colder.  Last night was REALLY cold and I could see my breath when I woke in my room, which is the upper floor of the house.  We decided that the current situation would not do once the snow starts to fall and heat is a big deal after being on the mountain all day.  This morning we embarked on a simple insulation replacement.  That was until the small scampering across the drywall the past couple nights went from an assumption of a few field mice to a gang of flying squirrels.  We were opening up the ceiling and from the amount of debris and animal shit there were a lot more than a couple.  What neither of us knew is that there were over 14 calling the roof area their home.  We had removed a decent amount of insulation, then packed it back with new insulation.  Just as we were putting up plastic on the hole we heard a lot of commotion from the new zone of pink. Greg pulled the plastic down and as he was pulling out some of the new stuffing one of the little dudes flew at him, bounced off his chest in my general direction, I screamed like a little girl and ran as the little sucker ran laps all over the room.  Freaked me out!

For the next few hours Greg battled the squirrels.  Initially the plan was to achieve a humane relocation for the little guys, eventually the plan was impossible and "The Great Flying Squirrel Massacre of 2012" ensued. We left the house at about quarter to nine with the ceiling open, windows open to air out the mess, the door to the room closed, and a much larger project to complete before the house is habitable again.  Tomorrow we will take the findings to the landlord and see what we can work out as far as a solution.  Not too bad for my first few days in the North East.  One thing I can say is that this has been anything but uneventful.  

Update: Landlord returns from hunting Friday. We finished cleaning out the baffles in the ceiling and removed all of the old insulation today. This evening we had a funeral for the Flying Squirrel Tribe.  May their souls rest in acorn and fiberglass heaven.

PS: Leave me a note to say "Hi" if you stopped by.  =D

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Summer Trip to Vegas - Freehub and Voke Tab to Interbike

Riding shotgun in a large bus containing a couple dudes, some good tunes, and a mission.  The goal is to make it to Vegas for Interbike 2K11. This morning I woke up at 615 to Brandon Watts at my bedroom door.  Kalen Caughey was already outside with the Voke Bus and getting ready to go.  We loaded up the boxes of Freehub Magazine into the back of the bus and hopped on the road.  By noon we were entering Portland to pick up shirts and hats from Oregon Screen Impressions.  A few more stops to drop off tabs and meet with Mark, the owner of West End Bikes.  We grabbed some hot food to go and started our travel over to Hood River to store some cases of Voke for shipping.  We are on the road again headed as far as we can get towards Boise before calling it a long day. 

Some highlights of the day:
  • I forgot the Flag Pole and the American Flag for when we are camped out at the RV lots.  (Not really)
  • Eating a gyro at the food carts in Portland. 
  • Watching a 14 color screen printing press.
  • Hairpiece or Herpes
  • Sitting and watching the sunset on a deck overlooking Hood River in White Salmon, OR.
I've been doing a whole lot of thinking these past couple weeks.  My life has become busy again and I have been behind the wheel.  I picked up more work, went to the Gorge for the Dave Matthews Band Caravan to table for Protect Our Winters.  The purpose of the tabling was to introduce Coal Kills Snow to the people of Washington and her surrounding areas.  Also, to raise awareness for the organization.  We were able to score over 200 names to support the opposition of a 1.5 mile coal train bringing 48 million metric tons of coal from Wyoming to Western Washington's proposed export terminal at Cherry Point, with the help of some great ladies at the Sierra Club.  I have also been busy with the construction of the Freehub HQ.  I will be in Vegas for the next week, and once I get back to Bellingham I am sure that we will have lots to do.  Interbike follow-ups and the finishing touches on the HQ before Volume 2.2 of the magazine will be coming in from the presses.  Then shipping begins!

Interesting Perspective

I am always looking for new and interesting perspectives on Snowboarding, Skateboarding, Rock Climbing, Action Sports, and Marketing. Along with those topics some related issues that interest me are Sustainable Marketing and bridging the gap between the growing nature of businesses and the goal of enhancing the current sports industry business model to a healthier design for all!