Singin songs for pimps with tailorsWho charge ten dollars at the door

Well, today finally came, and although I did approximately $ 50 worth of damage to my good board, it was worth it.

There was 7 inches of fresh powder today.

Granted, said snow was barely covering rocks.

But you knew that wouldn't stop me, didn't you?

We'll get back to that in a minute.

Blain and Jackson stopped by.







Fresh strings make my heart sing.



They really do.



Big Sky was gorgeous. It felt comfortable like an old leather recliner, or a silence between life-long friends.



They were detonating explosives for most of the day, triggering avalanches where and when they wanted them, as opposed to, say, into this group of ten tourists from Minnesota, and RIGHT NOW!


^^That's me and Tricky.

Big Sky was in fine form, if a touch scantily clad.



Here is me eating shit on the scantily clad flanks of the mountain. Mira.



Naturally, I only brought one (1) of my snowboard boots, which is one short of the requisite pair. Thankfully, Duder let me use a pair of demo boots gratis.



The helmet cam is not here yet, so you will have to bear with the herky-jerky cinematography.



Tricky shot me coming down the mountain, one of many children.



Everybody has their own opinion.
Everybody has their own opinion.
Holding it back
Hurts so bad
Jumping out of my flesh



Pax vobiscum.