Shoulder

I am six weeks out of a 2nd degree AC joint seperation. Fitting ending to a horrific season. Last season I got to freeride alot, plenty of powder, solid gradual turns. This season, I learned park. It was amazing. I gotta give a shoutout to Miles Painter, for pushing me everytime we went to Bear, Miles, we will get a better season in the future. Back to my shoulder. Its still pretty jacked. And I have wakeboarding season coming up, where my shoulder will be much more important. Wish me luck folks!

One Last Trip

One Last Trip, One Last Ride, One Last Time With An Intact Shoulder. Funny how things seperate.

Its beginning to look a lot like Spring

Granted, today was barely Spring-like, with the 50 mph gusts and all. But precipitation wise, its Spring. It seemed like Spring as well in December, but we have already discussed that at length. The season is almost over. Almost. One last trip may be in order, stay tuned.

Round Two

Wal-Mart, where volume battles profit margin. I hate this place. Unimportant, because on this day of days, it was the last place for tire chains. Thirty dollars later, and we made the 172 turns back up the mountain from whence we came, turns we just made an hour earlier. By the time we made it back to chain control, the infallible chain monkey had stepped to the side, allowing all cars through. The sensation of getting through this bottleneck surpassed my will to pull over and strangle every Cal Trans worker with my newly purchases, shiny chains. It barely drove away without a confrontation. Ended being an excellent day, it was forecasted to snow lightly, ended up not snowing at all, sunny, blue bird powder day. Best day of the year. Although, everyday is a good day.

7,000 feet is not that high

The mere thought of fresh snow in Southern California excites me. Accordingly, I was excited to hear that Big Bear Lake would be receiving 6 inches of freshies last week. This excitement gained momentum on its own, and a day later I was driving up to shred some of this metaphorical "gnar". Gnar as in gnarly, as in the kicking turns one will make in this gnarly substance. As I do every morning, I checked the weather and road conditions. And as expected, highway 330 and 18, the two I use to get to Big Bear, were requiring 4 Wheel drive with snow tires OR chains. Typical for this type of conditions. But upon arrival to the chain control area, basking under blue skies and clear roads, I was told that my 4 wheel drive would not be sufficient in these harsh, sunny 50 degrees Fahrenheit conditions. I was told that I would need to backtrack 30 miles to purchase chains, as I would not be let through without them. I reached outside of the window, grabbed the chain monkey by his throat, and proceeded to crush his larynx under immense pressure. And by chain monkey I mean Volvo, and by larynx I mean the steering wheel. I drove down the mountain, fueled with rage, questioning the sheer ability of all California Transportation personnel. I think my pessimism was somewhat legitimate.

Don't pity me though--seriously. It was still a kicking day. Lots of chair stoppages, lots of ambulances, ski patrol earned their keep that day. More blood than I think I have ever seen. I was clearing big kickers, and looking down, and seeing huge red blots on the knuckle, where some foolish skier or rider speed checked at the wrong time, shorted the jump, and went face first into the ice. I learned that long ago--BOMB IT, it feels better.

Mark of Courage

In an attempt to capture some footage for this wonderful class, I snagged a nasty ice patch and wiped out face first. Consequently, I have a beautiful mark under my left eye. Pity me!