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A real ski rack

Putting new meaning into "ski rack," local Dan Gilchrist got a surprise in December when, skiing the backcountry, he saw the tips of large moose antlers poking out of the snow. Gilchrist says he wasn't overly surprised, since he's had several moose encounters in the area on skis and bike. Nevertheless, he did what any scavenging skier would do: strapped them on his back and skied out, a bit top heavy. "It's definitely the first time I've ever skied with antlers on my back," he says. "I'll think of something good to do with them — I want to have good moose karma."

Can you do the Can Can?

Butcherknife Brewing Co. can, after purchasing — and stacking in its brewing quarters — 250,000 empty cans (enough for 600 kegs) for its new canning operations. "We wanted to can it ourselves without bringing a third party in," says co-owner Mark Fitzgerald, whose canning line machine came from Eddyline Brewing in Buena Vista. The problem is one of scale. To get a better deal on freight, they ordered an entire truckload, which arrived in 25, 9-foot-tall pallets, all double-stacked in their brewery. "It really filled the place up," he says. "There's not a lot of space to move around in the back anymore." When they re-order next year, space will be even tighter. "This year it was only for our IPA," he says. "Next year we'll can another beer as well, so we'll probably order half a million."

Urine-powered socks

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Watch out SmartWool and Point6: urine for some competition. A sock full of urine isn’t top of mind for comfy feet, but one company is now hanging its hat on pee-powered socks. Researchers from the University of West of England have developed socks that can generate electricity using a person’s urine, with the socks capable of storing up to 22 ounces of urine via integrated tubing. When the wearer walks, the liquid is forced through microbial fuel cells that contain bacteria, which consume the urine's nutrients, creating electricity. No word yet if they're available in color schemes other than yellow.

New logo for Main Street Steamboat

There's a new logo in town, pilgrim. A nationwide call for logo artists produced 103 submissions for a new Main Street Steamboat logo, with the winner coming from local design firm SeeMe Media's Casey Barnett. The submission features a simple cowboy hat in the shape of mountains, with the brim curved up, resembling a smile. "A cowboy hat says hospitality," Barnett says. "And the mountains are a part of our community."

Friends in high places

Like George Jones' "Friends in High Places" album, local Dave Kleiber was thankful for a high-flying cohort last summer on a river trip down Idaho's Middle Fork of the Salmon. Two days in, while trying to retrieve a throw rope washed up on shore, Kleiber slipped on a log, gashing his lower leg. (Side note: the bag washed ashore thanks to an errant throw by former minor league pitcher Jeff LaRoche.)

His team rowed him down to an airstrip at Indian Creek, where they found out an air ambulance would have cost $24,000. Instead, they called friend and small plane pilot Scott Middleton in Steamboat, who left that afternoon and landed at the gravel airstrip a few hours later to fly Kleiber to the hospital in Idaho Falls. After "100-plus stitches," Middleton flew Kleiber to Steamboat the next day.

That's not all. While picking up his dog, the vet noticed that the stitch job wasn't draining. So it was back on the cutting block, where Dr. Bryan Bomberg took out a small piece of wood still lodged in his leg and re-stitched it. Kleiber was on crutches for six weeks. "I had a day and a half on the river, and shot my whole summer," he says. "But that flight out was key."

House huck

What would you do if you were a Nordic-jumping Steamboat kid with a rad dad during December's prodigious snowfall downtown? If you're Bennett Gamber, you forsake Howelsen Hill's regulation launchers and climb onto the roof of your

dad's Big Agnes office downtown and huck your carcass onto the yard below. Cowabunga, dude!