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Rookie years equal pressure. The pressure to perform, the pressure to impress and the pressure to stand and deliver. When last December rolled around I got the call to come out to Jackson to stand in front of the TGR lens. Immediately I was beyond psyched. Jumping up and down with stoke. Then the reality of the job came in. This is TGR. This is the big time. Oh shit.
Then winter rolled around and I drove on into Jackson to meet up the crew for the first time. Immediately the greenhorn nerves were washed away. Not because of any particular shreddage on my part or neccesarily anything I did to quell the pressure, but because I walked into a crew that was just like any crew of life long ski bums. TGR's stoke for all things snow, humility to the mountains and love for the sport made it seem like the film days where more just 'shred-with-your-buddies' days. It was an infectious vibe that kind of summarized my ski season.
I slept on a the floor more than a couch. Slept on the couch more than a bed. Tallied 20,000 miles on my odometer. Truck stops and gas stations became sort of a personal kitchen. Saw the sunrise more than the sunset. Made perfect turns, fell on others. Stumbled upon new terrain, rediscovered old terrain. Landed on my feet, landed on my head. Got snow in the face, got snow down my back. Made new friends, lost old friends.
So that being said, here are some pictures from along the way. Cheers.