Posts Tagged "Sean Busby"

Photos from the Road

For Sean, it’s not always about the photo captured, but the process of taking the time to capture it.  

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Ski Africa - A Goal Accomplished

February 18, 2024

As the sunscreen seeped into our pores, a slight breeze wafted through the breathable mesh backpanels of our Osprey packs and the blazing, African sun beat down seemingly through our skin. It was 9:45 am on February 14th, and at an elevation of 6,500 feet, we started our six-hour trek from the Berber village of Imlil to the mountain hut, Les Mouflons de Toubkal—at an elevation of 10,500 feet, to officially ride and ski Africa. Having lived at 6,500 feet in Utah for three years, Sean and I considered at that moment perhaps the only downside of moving to Montana……

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The consequences of being too “Montana”

November 18, 2023

On occasion, business takes Sean and I to Vegas. Like anywhere with traffic and lots of pavement, this is not a place we would choose to go on our own accord. However, when work summons—we go. Thus, this weekend we found ourselves at Mandalay Bay for dinner… and a few drinks… and—long story, short—met this extremely nice gentleman who had just proposed to his fiancé at the Vegas version of the Eiffel Tower. This gentleman, who I will call George, taught us about Fireball Shots (aptly named for the burning sensation in your chest for 20+ minutes afterward), and brought…

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Marriage, Year Two: An Ode to Continued Transformation

September 24, 2023

Well—here we are! Today, Sean and I celebrate our second wedding anniversary, and I’m so proud to say how far we’ve come, hand-in-hand. I am living proof that life can pull a complete 180 in a year… and then do it over and over (and over). Four years ago, today (2009), I was a single, successful 24-year-old woman named Mollie Shambeau. A few years out of college from the University of Wisconsin-Madison with two bachelors’ degrees, I had never met Sean Busby and had never ridden a road bike. I was living in Madison as a well-known style/associate editor of a…

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Plaid: The Official Uniform of Outdoor-minded Folk

My first memory of my wife (Mollie) before we started dating was the outfit she wore on our first official meet up. We met at a funeral of a young boy named Jesse (full story here); I had flown out to Wisconsin mid-winter to give his eulogy. A day after the funeral, I had a run in with Mollie while I was still in Wisconsin. She was wearing a red plaid shirt that instantly caught my attention. (She tells me now that the pattern is called “gingham.”) I took keen interest to this shirt and of course to Mollie. A…

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Unwinding the daily grind

When you spend two weeks above the arctic circle, cooking meals over camp stoves, sleeping in the same room as four others, and busting your ass up and down mountains every day, the return to reality is a shocker. If three days of travel back from Norway wasn’t a punch to the nuts, the return to the “daily grind” certainly was. The whole trip, I tried to soak up life without work, without conference calls and without email. I actually got to a point where I’d made such a point to get away that I feared the return to reality. But…

One year later…

One year ago, I put on the most gorgeous dress I’ve ever worn, gathered with 250 of my favorite people in the world, walked down the aisle with my Dad in the garden I grew up in, and married the love of my life. Whew! It’s funny how fast the time goes during that first year. Whenever we would tell people we got married a few months before, they would smile a knowing smile and say, “Oh! Newlyweds!” Yes… we were newlyweds. And sometimes their knowing smile was right—I won’t say these past 12 months have been easy. We’re just…

Riding On Insulin—through my eyes

The anticipation was palpable as kids and families trickled into our venue at Mt. Baw Baw last weekend. Coming off a hugely successful camp at New Zealand’s Snow Planet the weekend before, Sean and I were just as excited as the kids. Our first camp in Australia! We’d been working so hard on making that event a reality, and it was finally time to experience it. Riding On Insulin is such an powerful weekend for all who attend, and I want to write about it here because I think so many of you are probably curious about what exactly Sean…

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Day 1: Let the social experiment begin!

The day we’ve been waiting five months for has finally come. Sean, Brittany, Russ and I are officially on the road in the Travel Queen. The decals are lookin’ good, the solar is soaking up sun on this beautiful day, and the fuel smells like french fries. And that’s just the way we intended it to be! The past five months have been trying, to say the least. We’ve had our ups (WE JUST BOUGHT A MOTORHOME) and our downs (WHERE DID ALL OUR MONEY GO) but all the construction, painting, hammering, packing has come to an end… we are…

Powder Lines Expeditions Peak Diaries, Episode 4: September’s Solitude

So proud of my husband—the ESTEEMED Sean Busby, for his most recent GoPro edit. The video follows him through the week before our wedding, from fly fishing on the Yampa River in Steamboat Springs to snowboarding in Rocky Mountain National Park.

Colorado Tour 2011 and Riding On Insulin Colorado

First off, I’d like to start by saying WOW—this weekend’s Riding On Insulin camp at Copper Mountain was AMAZING!! What a wonderful experience it was to see kids so excited about being around others who are just like them. Living with diabetes isn’t easy, but these kids—ages 6 all the way up to adults over 40—are incredibly resilient and they refuse to let diabetes define their lives. And the friends and siblings of those with diabetes who are just as engaged in the event, learning and living alongside their brothers, sisters and friends. I am so honored to be a…

Doctor Mollie

July 9, 2023

The only pet I ever had growing up was a cat named Charlie who died when my brother and I were young. My parents will never let us live it down—according to them, it was four months after she died before Matt and I realized she was gone. FOUR MONTHS! Of course, I don’t remember that. My singular—honestly, only one—memory of that cat was that time she puked purple on our blue carpet. No joke—it’s like a vivid photo etched in my brain. Cat puke, on the carpet, bright purple. That’s what I call feline talent. Needless to say, I…

The Utah Experience: Part 2

If you have spent any amount of time with me, chances are good that you’ve heard me utter a variation of one or more of the following phrases: “Is it hot in here?” “Can we turn the air on?” “Am I visibly sweating right now?” This is because I’m going through what I like to call, “Pre-pre-menopause.” It’s my body’s way of saying: TRY THIS ON FOR SIZE, SUCKER! You must be doomed to sweat like a pig at the weirdest times, now and forever! MWAHahahaha. Yeah…so the past two days, I’ve been skiing at gorgeous Snowbird resort in Utah…