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all pics by Joy Kilpatrick…GREAT JOB, AMMAJI!!!… Team Ilg! oh man, what it takes to get both yourself AND your kid to the Start Line!? phew! reckon that’ll be my warmup again! — at Durango Nordic Track.   Well, Yesterday’s race day certainly was wholistic! chaotic, hard, sacred, tricky, and somewhat embarrassing! Finished 6th OA, […]

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feeble ilg all-ways seems to have the Weminuche Deities with me when racing in Pagosa Springs, Colorado…my old h(om)etown! Not sure, but I think I just took Overall Silver at the National Push-Your-Fat-Bike-Through-Miles-Of-Soft-Snow Championship! Actually it was this morning’s ‘Dust 2 Fat Bike Race’ in Pagosa Springs, CO and it was a 7-mile very ‘wholistic’ […]

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More like, ‘White Friday’ around ilgsville…dat’s da way we like it! so D and i created this powder trail through the trees which got more and more skier traffic throughout the day…that was meaning-full for her..trailblazing-wise…D named our Forest Path trail: “Black Stallion”…OMG, we had SUCH a great time!!! love the kid that chose to […]

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This M(om)ent… Bittersweet, surreal emotions swirled as Dewa rode chairlifts for the first time with a friend instead of Daddy…what’s next? My car keys?! Om Ami Dewa Hrii.. Letting Go ain’t easy… Noble Sangha, i took the above pic today…that’s Dewa (9) on the left with her friend Isabella up at Purg.  This M(om)ent touched […]

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pic by HP Yogini Dawagahti Lee:  your feeble teacher of nothing, “Off in search of a great perhaps,” beginning a 4-mile descent on my mountain bike after riding it up and stashing it at 12,378′ to peak run/scramble the seld(om)-visited summit of Three Needle Peak (13,491′) on Sunday, errr, yesterday. see my personal FB page for […]

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Chapter 1 It was my older sister’s cackle with all the subtly of an ambulance siren that yanked my mental realm from my 7 year-old engrossment from within toward the outer world.  Such yankment from the Inner World forced into the Outer World tis a transitory Dance with which i’ve yet – after 5+ decades – to c(om)e to learn. […]

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