AK Withdrawl

Restless nights, bad motel coffee, and seemingly endless amounts of fear and anxiety. Man do I miss it.

I'm back in Pemberton BC now, where life is easy, and the air smells like spring. Mt.Currie is still caked in snow, and Blackcomb Mountain hasn't even thought about starting to melt. I just want to go back home, to my motel room at the Captain's Choice. Life was as simple as it gets. My room filled with ski gear, a skateboard on a PVC pipe, and music. That's all I need. Not to mention every single one of my neighbours in the motel were not only the world's best skiers, photographers, and cinematographers, but some of the coolest people to hang out with and kick around a soccer ball.

Here are a bunch of photos I've been staring at since I've been back, in a small attempt to take me back to a place that tought me more about everything than you would ever believe.



** The silent moment, right before one of the best runs of my season.**


** Yes, I’m drooling too.**


** The heli was dropping Jer and Seth off up top, and the vibrations caused a cornice to drop and trigger the slope below. Another sign to be prepared for anything in AK.**


** Yes, Jeremy Jones is obsessed with starting at the VERY top. Why go lower when you can go higher?**


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** Jer and Roner getting off the lift.**


** Lookback photo opportunty. Seth on solid ground...almost**





** Todd Jones, not quite in rush hour traffic on our way to work the next zone**





** Josh Neilson at the Pioneer. This man holds down a multitude of TGR talents, including taking our money in poker over and over again**


** We caught the annual Haines Big Air competition, and it was sick. Finally no more of this spin to win shit.**