BIG IDEAS FOR FUN IN OUR LITTLE MOUNTAIN TOWN
Whether skiing, Nordic cruising or Fat Bike trail riding, we have all the gear
and friendly local advice you need for a great time at our 3 BootDoctors’ stores.
Shout out to all our great local businesses who helped make this a memorable experience!
– Read the full story, from ROSE & IVY Travel Guide –
When it comes to winter travel destinations, a memorable trip includes an ample amount of time spent on the mountain skiing or snowboarding, soaking in the beauty of nature snowshoeing, or Nordic skiing, rounded out with delicious meals to refuel. Telluride, Colorado is an outdoor and na
Brain food is more important than we think.
According to an article by Tara Swart in Fast Company, yes you need to drink more water. But you might also like to try some magnesium salts. What else?
Read the full story below from TELLURIDE INSIDE & OUT.
Anyone whose job depends on their body-like an Olympic athlete, builder, or ballet dancer-needs a diet to match; they might start the day with a slow-release carbohydrate to give them longer-lasting energy. But few people with “thinking” jobs sit down first thing in the morning and consider which foods and drinks will help them make good decisions that day, improve their focus, and reduce stress.
Get the skinny on fat skis, rocker, on and off piste ski boots and lots more cool new gear that will give you the edge on your ski season.
You know the folks at BootDoctors are both smart and helpful. Bob Gleason has been a top trainer at Masterfit University for more than 30 years. Charlie Bradley, Sam Tischendorf are trainers for Masterfit as well. Our bootfitters are tained by the best of the best. That’s why they are part of the elite teams of reviewers for SKI Magazine and America’s Best Bootfitters.
Pick up a copy of the SKI Magazine Gear Guide 2018 and find out what your friends and trusted advisers at BootDoctors have to say about this year’s all mountain skis and boots. The print version has more details and more quotes from our folks so go ahead and splurge. This way you can get their signatures on this collector’s edition, making it so much more valuable! or click on this link to see the on-line version: https://www.skimag.com/gear
America’s Best Bootfitters provide comprehensive ski boot reviews, world class training and the shops that can execute it all. Arguably the number one source of expert knowledge of ski boots and bootfitting, ABB hosts it’s own boot test. Check out these even more detailed reviews at: http://www.bootfitters.com/reviews
After you fill your head with other people’s opinions, come on in to one of our shops and have one of our seasoned master bootfitters help you to choose the very best boot for you. You can reserve a bootfit appointment at our Taos Ski Valley or Telluride stores atour on-line reservation site here: https://rentals.bootdoctors.com/rent/bootfitting
Bob Gleason, Bob Remiger, Kelli Gleason, Charlie Bradley, Sam Tischendorf,
Linda Mogetz, Penelope Gleason, Mike Messer and Cale Adams all volunteered their free ski time to test gear.
Never Let Success Go To Your Head
Dr. Haley Perlus shares her sport and exercise psychology that we can all apply to our lives to keep us confident, motivated, and focused.
Check out the video & full article from TELLURIDE INSIDE & OUT.
We first met Dr. Haley Perlus at the Telluride WOW Festival. We asked if she would share her pearls with out readers. Haley’s advice tends to apply equally to sports – and to life in general.
Words: Allison Perry
Images: Kristofer Noel
On the phone last night with a friend who still lives in NYC, I mentioned that the next morning, this morning, I was awakening at 4:30 am to go skiing with my boyfriend before he had to be at work.
“Ugh. Are you serious?” she asked. “Why would you do that to yourself? I can barely get up at 7 to go to work. You’re crazy.”
Of course she conveyed this all in the good-natured manner of someone who thinks fondly thinks of lunatics, in much the same manner I usually react to anyone who announces they are traiing for a marathon, and while I know she supports whatever insane endeavor I feel I must embark upon, there is no mistaking the fact that she, and many, many others, will never understand the concept of dawn patrol or why we, as backcountry skiers, subject ourselves to its early morning rigors.
Here’s what we sound like: “I’m going to purposefully wake up when it’s still dark out, somehow ski uphill for hours with a bunch of weight attached to my body while gasping for air and alternately freezing and sweating. All this to ski downhill for maybe ten or twenty minutes while risking the possibility of getting caught in an avalanche and/or suffering a horrific injury courtesy of a rock or a tree. I am willingly ignoring the existence of chairlifts and ski resorts, the possible presence of wild animals, and the option to go to the gym for a safe, sheltered, early morning workout.”
As I lurched up the skintrack under the canopy of 5am darkness, I found myself wondering how I could explain all this insanity to my friend in a way that she could understand.
Here’s what I wanted to say, how I thought I might explain it:
While I’ve been on this same skintrack many times, in the space between darkness and waking hours it becomes otherwordly. Nothing exists other than stark white snow and darkened trees, like centurions, lining our path, limbs striving upwards towards straggling stars who stubbornly refuse to blink out as the sky begins to turn bluer and bluer.
As the shadows melt, colors start to come into focus, mountain tops show their faces, the world is revealed. Despite numb fingers and toes and the river of snot pouring out of my nose, these moments are pure enchantment.
When I’m on dawn patrol I feel as if I’ve stumbled upon a secret corner of the forest set aside just for me. The only sounds I am aware of are my skins whispering over the snow and my heart beating solidly in my chest. I easily tune out my partner a little ways ahead of me and watch my dog darting in and out of the dark woods, disappearing, then reappearing. It’s just me and Mama Nature. The shock of cold air moving in and out of my lungs is invigorating, my head is clear of cobwebs, and I savor the feeling of each muscle as it clamors from inertia, warms, and propels my body forward.
While you were asleep this morning, I was at 10,000 feet watching the sun’s pale pink and yellow fingertips gently nudge the mountaintops from slumber, and was so filled up by the stillness of it, the perfection of it and the smallness of myself within the scene that in that moment I understood acutely that there is nothing in the universe that means more to me than this.
I’d also point out that, lest we all forget the point of these missions, that I got to ski fresh powder, something that is not always abundant on the ski resort, and that I got to ski it alone with two of my favorite beings in the entire world.
Then I’d sit back and wait, listening for those three small words to come through the phone and into my ear: “Ahh, I get it!”
Ok. Four words.
In reality, after all was said and done, as I sank into my couch to ride out the rest of my morning, a text message beeped in from my friend:
“How was it?!? Are you alive?”
Here was my chance! My golden opportunity to convert a skeptic!
“We are alive! And I got to eat a cheeseburger and a Snickers bar for breakfast! Booyah.”
There are simply some things you can’t put into words, at least not in a text message, for someone who doesn’t live for the same moments that the lot of us here in Telluride seem to be addicted to.
What can be universally understood, however, is guilt-free meat, cheese and chocolate before 10am.
My friend’s response?
Damn right you are.
Road Tripping and Fly Fishing
Photos and Words by Buck Smith
My first look at the Gunnison River, its pristine waters slowly cutting through a deep desert landscape, reveals a scene that seemed out of place in Colorado, a drastic contrast to the normally turbid silt riddled rivers that spill out of the high country this time of year. Still six hundred feet above the river we could see mats of emerald green vegetation clinging to the riverbed, shimmering beneath crystal clear water, I felt thirsty. After spending all of my 26 years in Colorado, I again found myself in a world completely new to me, familiar, yet unique in the high desert of southwest.
Two days earlier, I was sitting in Ophir enjoying my offseason, home between spontaneous trips to the desert, Front Range, biking, more fishing, camping and everything else that peaks my interests. My phone lit up, “Thinking about exploring the Gunny Gorge for a couple days, want to join?” Bobby and I had been talking about making our way to this world renowned fishery for a while, knowing I had no tethers keeping me from checking this amazing place off my ever expanding list, my decision was easy. I quickly gathered all the gear I would need and left early the next morning, excitedly hoping that this famed river would live up to its reputation.
Unlike the high country, seemingly locked in limbo between a dry winter and the coming spring, the desert was in full bloom, cactus flowers and Indian Paintbrush grew dispersed among the Juniper and Sage, every breath was a sweet reminder that spring was here. The hike down Ute trail was quick, wanting to spend as much time as possible in the river; we hastily made our way down the 1200’ walls of the gorge. Reaching the bottom we scanned the river hoping for signs of fish rising. We both prefer dry flies to nymphing especially in such clear water, but after a moment of observation we agreed that staying below the surface would give us the best chance of tempting a monster from the depths.
Geared up and in the water, I quickly find a promising section of river, a small seam between a deep rapid and the green rocky shallow I had waded onto. A hand full of casts later my indicator jolts upstream, practice aided instinct kicks in, the hook is set and the tip of my 4 weight rod is ripped down towards the surface of the water as my reel screams, line being ripped out as the fish turns into the current. Pulling my rod to the left, I slowly battle my quarry; pulling it back into calmer water I see the yellow telltale color of a nice brown trout. Now comes the tricky part, the indicator keeps me from reeling him in any further, slowly, I pull the fish as close as possible, my arms spread wide trying to make up for the 12’ of leader and tippet separating me and the fish. I dipped my net in the water, “got him!” About an inch short from spanning the entire length of my net, a 20 incher, always a prize in my book, a quick photo and the fish is back in the water disappearing into the depths it came from. The rest of the day continued much like this, screaming reels, bent rods and quick glimpses of the natural beauties our world has to offer.
For the first time I didn’t feel like I needed to keep fishing till lack of light kept me from changing my flies or seeing details in the river. After landing a gorgeous 24’ kype jawed rainbow, one of the most beautiful fish I have had the pleasure of seeing in person, I sat on a grassy bank, completely content to watch time flow by like the emerald river in front of me. A true treasure of a day, the hike back to the top of the gorge in the afternoon sun was easy, filled with the very recent memories of the best day I have had with a fly rod in my hand.
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A word from the Doctor: Buck Smith is a BootDoctors® Telluride employee that works in the Mountain Village Store during the winter months, as a key member of our rafting team during the runoff season and a Mountain Bike aficionado to round out the rest of the season.