Whoa. It’s been a month. Definitely time to fill that in.
Here’s a few photos from an early November trip to Utah. I headed down there for a long weekend with my dad, took the car further south to SLC, and got to shred Guardsman’s and the Alta BC with the legendary Karl Fostvedt and Cam Sessions.
Their house toaster:
It didn’t move much, and I didn’t even notice until Karl yelled when I was way down in the flats. Ripped all the way to the 5″ of nasty base/ice/grass/whaleshark-rocks underneath all the pow we were snorkeling through. But still, it’s a good reminder to be careful. And another reason why Utah can be fun in short doses, but not someplace I want to live.
Lots of fun there. Oh yeah, that was right before Thanksgiving. Always nice to remember the cronology.
Individual days of skinning Big Mtn over the rocks lost their appeal on the second post I made about it, but here’s a bunch of gopro screenshots of my Viciks from the various skinning missions between mid-November and when the lifts spun on Dec. 8th.
One day, we went skinning, and when I got to the parking lot, one of my tires was deflating. When we got back, the other front tire was flat. Meaning that I had two flat front tires. And I will say this: I laughed at them both, such was the awesomeness of our ski day. Then I called USAA and they sent a tow truck for only $12. $260 worth of tires later, I was back on the road.
And then, just as I was about to sell my Pillowfights (which I did anyway), I started work at Great Northern Powder Guides. A few things I’ve done in preparation for the cat skiing season:
-Painted an outhouse.
-Put in linoleum.
-Been a table saw.
-Pretended to be a carpenter.
-Sat in snowcats.
-Swept the floor many times.
-Put chains on trucks.
Our ragtag band might or might not be called the Scrounge Terrorists. More to come on that. I’m planning a post about the evidence that indicates that I live in a ski house. But Whitefish is pretty. I can walk anywhere I need, take the SNOW bus to the hill, and carpool to work.
I’ve been skiing up there a lot. Scrounge Terrorism activities have also included these nice shots from the slackcountry. Current forecasts call for several more weeks of alder bashing before the terrain anchors disappear and the snowpack gets scarier.
Oh, and somewhere in all that I got my first pile of stuff from Mountain Equipment. They’re a UK based outerwear manufacturer that’s been at it for over 50 years. They use things like fleece and Goretex, and somebody decided that I’m a good person to put their fleece and Goretex things on. So thanks to Woody Dixon for deciding that. I told him that I like red, and red is what I got. Thanks man!
Alright. Those are the high points. I swear by the hoarfrost the keeps covering my beard that I’ll stay more up to date.