The theme for yesterday: "What month is this...???" Seriously. Aside from the rocks and crowds, I could have sworn it was December.
Location: Loveland and Loveland Pass, CO, USA, Earth
Crew: Baxter, nick>jesus, Squatch, Summit, and me (the latter 2 didn't make it into the pictures)
Date: 10-21-06
I did a little bit of studying on Friday and decided to check the weather (good decision). POW was in the forecast, and Squatch went out to celebrate. When he came home, I couldn't tell if he was plastered, mega-stoked, or both. Eventually that state of mind took it out of him, and he was sleepy-stoked.
Squatch's goggle wearing stoke was justified, as when we took our first lift ride pretty early (we got about 15th chair, which I wasn't sure we'd be able to do, particularly due to spinning out hardcore on the highway with sketchy driving conditions), we knew it would be GOOD until it was quickly douched.
WINTER'S HERE! View from the chair.
Saw some mags up there (jibij, Vicious, etc) ready to get in on the goodness. Unfortunately, we didn't take any runs with them.
We proceeded to trash our bases and ski as fast as we could on the non-sickter, non-radtackular portions. During this period, I discovered I had no effective DIN whatsoever, as I was on my B3s and Naxos, and I am a forward pressure JONG. A mag unbeknownst to me (Yossarian) screamed by me during one of these many premature ejectulations, apparently very humored by my repeated early releases. Despite all this, GOOD TURNS WERE HAD.
Nick
Baxter's racoon steeze.
In excitement or celebration or whatever, Baxter apparently smacked Nick in the face. Hard.
More turns.
Nick
Baxter
Nick
The mythical Sasquatch beast is real!
We got in touch with Summit, who was coming off a LATE recovery mission, and we were on for the Pass. It would be even better up high (but much more scrapalicious down low).
The deepness.
Due to my shitty skiing style, I managed to get a couple face shots, confirming that it was indeed FREAKIN' DEEP FOR OCTOBER.
Baxter (photos by Summit).
We found a little huck with a perfect run out, and it was time to jump off of something (FINALLY!)
Nick. Sorry for the shitty exposure...
Then it was time for more turns. Turns and turns until it was douched on the pass, too (which it was pretty early). We learned that it's possible to fit about as many snowboarders in the back of a truck as one can fit illegal immigrants... The Pass was an absolute SHITSHOW with the pow, and my guess is that about 3% of those fools were beeping. The freshies were worth the insanity, though...
Baxter, skiing (not looking) like a guy. Photos by Summit
After the Pass, we met Dside, Z, and Marshal inbounds and had some silly fun. Great to ski with you guys finally.
After all was said and done, some of us sustained some SERIOUS damage to bases. I got a micro core shot on an edge underfoot that will need epoxy (before I've ever even taken this set up touring), and Squatch is planning to take his bases in for a good grinding and structuring. He hopes to have them good race-fast soon enough.
Count them. 1, 2, 3, 4 on the right and 2 on the left.
Thanks to Summit for coming out of his work cave and to Marshal, Dside, and Z for playing phone tag long enough to meet up (and of course to Nick, Squatch, and Baxter). Bottom line: this weekend = $$$
For those interested: there might be a small wind layer due to some SERIOUS WSW winds in the middle of the day. I wanted to dig a pit just for shits and giggles but the rest of the group decided against this.
Also, if anyone finds my 5-mountain pass at Loveland, please send me a PM. I beatered repeatedly today (race training with one ski and burning legs is HARD) and it ripped off my pants on... Lower Richards, maybe? Anyway, if you happen to find it, I would appreciate hearing about it.
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