Get it Off.

Let me take a moment before I start... Oh wait... I guess I just took a 2 month moment. I guess I can begin again now.

Why hello,

   Dearest of dears and deers and bears and beers and Beers (which is a bear/deer, terrifying bear with antlers, but a cute white cottontail of course) please excuse my lack of button pushing for the past few howevers. I have been lost in a world within ours, sunk deep in shallows of the highest peaks of the North Cascades. I have grown, I have took leaps into no bounds, I have tried and failed, tried and conquered, conquered failure, and danced the fine lines of life itself. Life is good, as always, however troublesome, my heart continues its beat, and damnit, the rhythm is a pace that challenges me to keep up. Just the way I like it.
   Spring is here and my job at Mt. Baker is nearly ending. I have gone from the rope tow to double black diamonds in one season. Gone from falling to flying, punching my board to grabbing and holding. I now ride with a fervor I only dreamed of as a kid watching videos of epic backcountry snowboarding. This place will forever hold its spot in my heart as an intense, beautiful, and epic adventure. The people, the views, the powder, the silence, the noise, the gentle flakes of bliss. I couldn't have had a better season and to most people, the season has been shitty (as far as snow goes). But hey, not everyone's glass is overflowing.
   What will summer bring? A whole new adventure. From mountains to the San Juan Islands. I will be working for a YMCA Summer Camp called Camp Orkila on Orcas Island leading 14-17 year old kids on 1-2 week bike tours throughout the San Juans. Bike rides and getting paid, what's better? I'm not to sure, but maybe I shouldn't speak so soon because what if it sucked... HA! See what I did there?
   I couldn't be more blessed by the family and friends that push me. I have a desire to see the world and its slowly coming into view. The most beautiful view. One where it'll leave my mouth hung open, an awe moment. Ideas are brewing, countries are calling, travel surges through my blood like I'm a nomad whose been trapped by the lines on a map. Well, I guess I just have to keep drawing my own map in hopes that someone can find it worthwhile.
   This has been a short post, written within 25 minutes at a coffee shop in Bellingham, Washington. I have things to do, people to see, and poops to take. The future will hold more, so much so that I will spill some onto the virtual pages on the internet. Stay tuned, somewhat.

Cheers,
   Moey Jichels.