December 12, 2008
I am a beanie lover. Not a beanie BABY lover (not that I hate beanie babies, but I certainly don’t love beanie babies, but who could HATE beanie babies?), but rather a BEANIE lover. Some call them “touoques.” Some call them, well, hats. I call them beanies.
I kind of collect them. When I go somewhere cool, I don’t want the t-shirt, I want the beanie. When I do an event, I don’t want their stupid, unwearable t-shirt, I want the BEANIE!
This post is a little self indulgent. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I mean, this whole BLOG is self indulgent, right? Navel gazing at its finest. Welcome to my navel.
The following is a trip through my beanie collection. It’s a little long. I will understand if you need an intermission.
This might be the first beanie of my adult life. I have no pics of it in the wild, so here it is, you know, in my kitchen (and, by the way, Kim HATES this beanie, and wonders why I still have it–the answer? You don’t throw beanies away! Whatever):
This is a Hurley beanie Kim bought for me like a decade ago. It was, and remains, my favorite beanie of all time. It sat low over the ears, didn’t come to a point at the top (death for a beanie), and also sat loose, so no headache or excess sweat. This is me in the Hurley beanie on the Superior ridge, Little Cottonwood Canyon:
Kim even liked the Hurley beanie, and wore it when she could:
I am sad to report, the Hurley beanie is lost. Loooossssst!
I picked up this Poison Spider bike shop beanie in Moab. It used to have a tassle hanging off the top, but Holden wouldn’t wear it with the tassle, so we cut it off. Notice that we’re a beanie family:
Now, this next one isn’t strictly a beanie, you know, Per Se (ahh, he’s started speaking Latin! Ahhhh!). It’s called a Buff, and might be the most versatile piece of headgear in the entire head gear arsenal, and I use it a lot, and it’s made the cover of many a magazine. Okay, no magazines, but I’ve got some cools shots of the Buff in action (sorry if I just caused Net Nanny to block you).
This is hiking up main street in Alagna, Italy, Monte Rosa in the background:
The Buff in front of the Matterhorn (not in front of the matterhorn in the buff, that’s different):
The Buff in front of the Vignette Hut in Italy:
The Buff in front of Mont Blanc:
Oh, and I have a black Buff too (too many jokes, must try to focus!):
Okay, enough with the Buff. But you get my point. It’s been everywhere.
A co-worker woman whose office always smelled like very strong cheese because she kept very strong smelling cheese in her office knit this next beanie for me. I do not know why she did that–it’s a mystery. It’s wool and a bit scratchy, but a classic:
Yup, another kitchen shot.
In Algana, they actually have a centuries old beanie design indigenous to the area, knit by old women, also indigenous to the area. It’s a weird beanie with little practical value. But that didn’t keep me from trying to get value out of it. This is me trying to get value out of it at the top of the Primrose Cirque on Mt. Timpanogos.
The thing is, that’s not how the old men of Alagna wear that hat. This is how:
Yeah, this hat is a non-starter. Haven’t used it since that time on Timp. But like I said, you don’t throw beanies away, especially beanies knit by old women in Alagna. It’s bad luck. And just mean.
I got this next beanie for doing the Wasatch Powderkeg, a backcountry ski race from Alta to Brighton. I can’t find it, and I’m a little upset about that.
These next two aren’t really beanies, they’re hats, but I use them like beanies. Don’t you judge me.
My Spider hat at the Shonrien Hut in Italy:
And my Jamis Bikes hat in the Little Pine couloir in Little Cottonwood Canyon:
Okay, also not a beanie, but a cool fisherman hat (and I don’t fish) I got in Tahoe, and used like once, in Goblin Valley. I can use this picture because Holden IS showing some beanie love:
Another one that’s not strictly a beanie (okay, not LOOSLY a beanie either):
K, we’re almost done, just a few more to go. A couple of total stalwarts, the top of the heap in the current collection.
This Black Diamond beanie has been on many an adventure, and the funny thing is, it doesn’t fit the best, doesn’t really wear the best, but somehow it became beanie number one. And it’s reversible.
Silver Fork, Big Cottonwood Canyon:
The Dreilanderspitz, between Austria, Germany, and Switzerland:
Digging a snow test pit on the East side of Box Elder peak. We hiked for hours to get here, got a little sketched out, dug this pit, got even more sketched out, and went back the way we came.
And one more Black Diamond beanie shot, top of Lone Peak:
Of course, this is a cycling cap, but lately I’ve taken to wearing cycling caps:
Speaking of (or showing pictures of) Leadville, here’s the Leadville beanie, only recently bumped from the “most used” category:
And a knit beanie with a brim, with the Racer’s Cycle Service logo, a new addition:
And a very comfy Cloudveil hat that I always keep stuffed in the pack:
And finally, the Selkirk hat. I also keep this one in the pack for blustery descents in the backcountry, and take it with me for resort skiing, since you have to sit on a lift at the resort. Picked it up in Revelstoke, British Columbia.
Summit of south peak, Mt. Timpanogos:
And when the beanies matter most:
Okay, I’ll stop. I mean, I have more beanies, don’t think I don’t. Oh, I’ve got beanies.
Here’s the last one. I just got this one, and I wear it a lot. It’s top notch. I wore it to church the other day, and as we walked in the door, Kim said “um, you’re taking that off, right?”
I had to think about it.