Melting Bliss

The Finest Arses on the East Coast being taught the infamous, and rarely survived, Overlook Jump.

Al and friends made it across the Blackwater River with only a few audible cracks below the feet...yikes.

Ah yesh, the Blackwater gettin' its Mojo frozen.

Tree: half in sun, half not. See.
Chip B. and I had the pleasure to shred Upper Springer with not more than the sunshine and half-blindedness. Get out.

The bros and I are about to embark on a lil' trip west. CO, perhaps some WY, maybe CA, Mexico, Hawai'i, Japan, China, down to Thailand...stay there forever. Nice knowin' ya. It's been good in the land of milk and money.

If snow could drown you...

...we'd all be dead.

While it is a bit late, some old pals and I had a wonderous rip-run below Baldy last night. See below, it ends early due to a crash by the camera man.



Later on in the huge storm that has made the skiing so better than CO, Adam stole Robbie's limelight and scooted down with keen speed. Look out folks, Robbie  has definatley converted to free-heeling it, well, maybe he is still bi, but the bug is deep in his gut! He's got the tele turn down quite nice, to be sure.



Words describe things, yet they are surely limiters, so perhaps I'll put no extra filler to describe how awesome the weather has been lately.

Friends and snow = thankfulness.

   

Robbie flies sk(y)i high

What a great off-season use for Ol' Yellow

Rad Ad flips out at the Springer Pond

Bald Knob shack prayer session: Ullr, more snow, please.

Stay tuned, comment with vigor, ask lots of questions of your self and each day, take my advice and throw it at the wall and tell me what you get, and, for sure, check out your sun.

Happy Birthday Son of Man

Since I cant figure out this damn new format for blogger, I can't put up these sick videos...

A picture is worth a thousand words. Nobody told you that one thousand words is worth about three (3) minutes. Three minutes, depending on what you do for a living, is worth _______?

Ian B., Jacob and Athey L., Adam and I went a-rippin' off of Bald Knob last week and we cam across this sweet little watering hole/hose. Refreshing is an understatement.

While waiting for climbers I carved out this character, who began talking to me about skiing in South Africa and surfing Dub V. Does he/she/it have some sort of visionary message for we humans that are riding the tumultuous earth changes? If it hasn't melted yet, I'll tell you what the next forecast is...Good Luck.

Happy Holy Daze to all believers, and to hell with the rest of ya'll heathen creeps. Get on board now, or else you may just be thinking for a change.

InCRUDable

While mostly dust on crust, fun was had as powder houds sniffed out the few remaining stashes, hidden amongst icy mirroring quagmires. Speed (slowness...) was hard to maintain on the bright parts. Adam and I have lready shredded the good stuff, so stay home. It's raining again, definately stay home...

Chillin'...

...literally and figuratively. My litte apt. is about to get some supa' dupa' window and door sealing. Adam, who is back for a spell, is seen as a frozen mancicle, right beside some frozen Honeydog and Lillydog pops.

He may not be able to leave until spring, unless I get some better R-value on the place.

 In other news, the skiing last weekend was superb, thin, and once-in-a-while wet. It rained yesterday a bit and now it is snowing again...ah, the cramped sine curve.

It's true, my cravings for flesh of nearly any type (trying to keep outta the pork stash) has far outweighed any phony idealism or Krsna teachings. May the God(s?) have mercy on my canines.

Cramped Sine Curve

Ahhh, a lovely sight indeed. We Tucker Countians have waited some time for an actual snow sticking. We got it, for about two (2) days. It's all gone as the weather took a rampant turn back to warmer-than-I'd-like temperatures. Oh wait, it's snowing again....oh...no, it's actually miserable cold rain, ah, here comes the sun. Put the skis away and pull out the bare feet...

The middle Chase boy is back in town. Catch him if you can!