Kayaking Mysteriously Moves

I used to be a kayaker.

These days days I’m considering shaving my legs because of all the spandex I wear.

I never thought I’d give up paddling in cool water in favor of pedaling on dusty dirt…it just happened. Back in the day, I kayaked over 100 days a year, starting with an annual New Year’s Day float down Shoshone on the Colorado. I was a certified kayak instructor, a raft guide and a pretty solid Class V boater. And from their website I bought a new playboat every year from  a new creek boat every other. My garage wafted wet neoprene all summer.

Now I train on my road bike to go faster on my mountain bike. I spend countless hours cleaning and wrenching (poorly) on my bikes to keep them running smoothly. I know gear ratios and count the grams of carbon components .

What the hell happened?

Maybe it was a move to a new town where the whitewater is less accessible and the familiar paddling posse is far away. Maybe it was starting a family. Maybe I just needed a new fix.

Apparently, I’m not alone. Grayson Schaeffer has a terrific piece in this month’s Outside about the rapid decline of whitewater kayaking in the US. Check it out here.

Recently I’ve been considering two alternatives to resuscitate my whitewater addiction. Fire up the bandwagon, but Stand Up Paddleboarding (SUP) does look pretty rad. Especially when you navigate one down a class IV stretch like the Numbers on the Arkansas. My buddy Hobie makes it look easy.

Apparently Hobie took his SUP down Class V Gore Canyon earlier this week. I can’t wait to see that vid.

On the other side of the spectrum is a variety of kayaking that’s so old it’s coming back around to retro-cool status. I haven’t been squirt boating since my college days on the New River in West by God Virginia, but I’m tempted to try and hunt down a used one now. Especially after I watch video of Skiing Magazine editor Sam Bass spinning Mystery Moves so deep and long he needs SCUBA gear. If you don’t know what a Mystery Move is, it’s the holy grail of squirt boating – and Sam is well on his way to finding it – on the bottom of the Arkansas river.

LZ the Local Legend

You would never know it talking to him because he’s ridiculously modest, but Len Zanni is kind of a big deal.

In addition to helping run the show at sister companies Big Agnes and Honey Stinger, Len is a bit of a local celebrity on his bike. This year Len has been crushing the competition at pretty much every Wednesday night local race. He currently sits in third place in the overall points series of the Mountain States Cup. He finished 17th at the National Mountain Bike XC Championships at Sol Vista last month and he won the Leadville Silver Rush 50 a couple weeks ago.

But this weekend featured what might have been one of Zanni’s biggest races yet. Len certainly had some homefield advantage at the Blast the Mass race in Snowmass this past Saturday, but he also faced some of the toughest mountain bike competition on American soil. It just so happens that part-time Aspen local and 7-time Tour de France winner, Lance Armstrong, decided he wanted to join the fray at the Snowmass race. Lance’s appearance definitely added some excitement and brouhaha to what is typically a fairly insular regional mountain bike race scene.

Lenny leading Lance and other pro men up the starting hill. It's not everyday you can race ahead of a 7-time TdF winner.

Lenny leading a 7-time TdF winner and the other pro men up the starting hill.

Despite the spectator donnybrook surrounding Lance, Len kept his eyes on the prize and raced his own race. Lance shot out to three minute lead over perennial Mountain States winner and full-time pro rider Jay Henry, with Len holding onto third place in a field stacked with strong regional pros. In the end Lance proved he can ride a bike off road as well as on, and won with a three-minute margin. Jay stayed in second and Len finished in third – his best Mountain States Cup finish all season.

Jay Henry, Lance and Len

Jay Henry, Lance and Len.

It’s not every day you get to share a podium with Lance. Not bad for a guy pushing 40 with two kids and a full-time job. Nice work Len, we’re proud of you.

Post-It PR

One could say that good PR is all about great clients, speedy and concise communication, and long lasting media relationships. I would say good PR is all about Post-Its. They are all over my desk, odds are your name might be on one right now…they keep things easy, brightly colored and make sure I don’t leave the office and miss a deadline. So instead of thanking me the next time you get that jacket to review just in time for the big ski trip, you should thank Post-Its.

And when you write the article about that jacket and give it a great review, this is how I usually celebrate.

False No-Trespass Signs Are LAME!

Roaring Fork and Property LinesRFTA Bike Path – Catherine Store to Rock Bottom Ranch

Earlier this week I pedaled down the RFTA bike path near Catherine Store to one of my favorite fishing zones on the Roaring Fork River. But when I hit my destination, I was assaulted by a forest of No-Trespassing signs on the bank – right in my favorite spot. As a hunter and angler (and red-blooded American), I have complete respect for private property. But I was pretty sure these signs didn’t belong. So after some research on the property lines and the RFTA trail boundaries, I’m heading back to fish my favorite spot again. In fact, I think I’ll staple the property map to the no trespassing signs and reel in a few extra fish for good measure. Although, the parting words from RFTA didn’t exactly inspire complete confidence, “I’m sure you’re right but duck if they shoot.”

Posting false no trespassing signs happens throughout the west – usually on easements that were specifically created to allow access to public lands. Respect private land but if no trespassing signs don’t line up with your maps, take the time to do the research and report it.