Sometimes writing is pretty random. It's trying to convey a feeling, a turn, a trick, an evening into words. Sometimes words can capture people, sometimes they're left lost wondering what the intent was, what was he going with this.
I'll lay right into it. I think in words quite a bit, I see things and want to relay them to other people as best I can through words and the occasional picture. Sometimes it's tricky, sometimes these ideas and feelings aren't so easily captured, but honestly, sometimes they are.
The midweek powder day hits at your local mountain. There's nobody there, it's a friggin ghost town. You start to wonder if the lifts are even spinning. You go up for a few laps maybe more. Those spots you look at everyday from the lift, the ones that get so tracked out so quick. The spots that those savage senders aren't afraid of on the most tracked out day, but days like today come for us mere mortals.
Today was a good day. No it was a fucking great day. We rode the shit today that we look at from the lift, the spots we wonder about. "Man if those traverse cuts weren't right under that, if that chute had less traffic, if thios place was less crowded.
So back to writing. Like anything in my head things go a million different ways. How to approach something. I probably wrote a useable piecxe for 3 different angles just on the long lift rides today. Sometimes it doesn't matter though. The angle, the approach, the goal is to bring people into that feeling and sometimes that feeling is basic, it's primal, it's raw.
I watched somebody roll down to a mellow cliff under the lift and stop. Eye's wide locked in. The mental gymnastics of should I drop it or not. I felt for him, the landing was clear, the snow was soft, I started yelling for it. Cheering him on, Everyone on the lift following, the few people that we were. Hooting and hollering, bringing the stoke he needed. He fucking dropped it. It might not have been the biggest cliff but it showcases the coolest thing about our sport. We all come together on days like today. You might not know the guy, you might never speak to him, might never see him in the future, but when somebody needs the stoke for that cliff, for that next rail trick, you're there.
The commraderey is huge. We have our arguments our disputes, but even amongst this website, if I'm just being real, we all want the same thing. We want that feeling of stoke whether from that first front 2, that deep g turn on fresh chords, or the cliff or pillow line in the BC.
It's the reason we try to bring new friends with us, bring the best out of the ones that with us.
I feel I take some creative liberties in what I post in general, but I'm going to get a little bit sendy I guess. Sometimes the right time emerges for you. You lock in, the snow is good, the crowds are low, and you get your birthdat laps.Maybe that comes sveral times a season, maybe it's once in a lifetiome. But it's a feeling we all long for, no actually lust for. That feeling that regardless of how frequent, the turns and the vibes are so good you don't forget. The primal angst to fully get after it. To send things that haven't been in your wheelhouse for a decade. I'm talking about that freedom. That uncut slope, those perfect turns. More than just skiing, apply them to what you will. Words are just words at the ends of the day it only matters if somebody reads them and if so how they apply them. Words are pretty cool. Language in general. It can be crude as most of my articles are but sometimes words makes you feel things, and sometimes the feeling is such an obvious one as the stoke from that perfect day.
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This is one for the for the fun guys. Those adventuring into that untracked, and untamed. May the turns be deep, and your soul fulfilled. I'll do my best to hoot and holler from any lift I might see you from. So get after those powder days when the almost unachiveable presents itself. but get after it regardless. Sometime those epic days like today matter, feelings you can't put into words. But sometimes even the shittier days can present be fun as hell, a wild ride. So today I got my birthday laps, I got my pow turns with the fun guys. The uncut faces, the face shots, the drops, but sometimes I forget that I can have those feeling any day I strap in and get after it. It doesn't have to be the perfect powder day, the birthday laps, getting out there on the slopes makes me feel things. The shittiest day I've had this season was a pretty friggin good day. The snow might have been shitty, the turns not much better, but it's how you attack it. the vibes you bring and the people you surround youself with.
So maybe you'll get those birthday laps in, maybe it's every day, maybe it's once in a lifetime, but any day on the slopes surrounded by good people, is still a pretty friggin good day honestly.
Stay safe out there!
"“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” - Hunter S Thompson.
I'll lay right into it. I think in words quite a bit, I see things and want to relay them to other people as best I can through words and the occasional picture. Sometimes it's tricky, sometimes these ideas and feelings aren't so easily captured, but honestly, sometimes they are.
The midweek powder day hits at your local mountain. There's nobody there, it's a friggin ghost town. You start to wonder if the lifts are even spinning. You go up for a few laps maybe more. Those spots you look at everyday from the lift, the ones that get so tracked out so quick. The spots that those savage senders aren't afraid of on the most tracked out day, but days like today come for us mere mortals.
Today was a good day. No it was a fucking great day. We rode the shit today that we look at from the lift, the spots we wonder about. "Man if those traverse cuts weren't right under that, if that chute had less traffic, if thios place was less crowded.
So back to writing. Like anything in my head things go a million different ways. How to approach something. I probably wrote a useable piecxe for 3 different angles just on the long lift rides today. Sometimes it doesn't matter though. The angle, the approach, the goal is to bring people into that feeling and sometimes that feeling is basic, it's primal, it's raw.
I watched somebody roll down to a mellow cliff under the lift and stop. Eye's wide locked in. The mental gymnastics of should I drop it or not. I felt for him, the landing was clear, the snow was soft, I started yelling for it. Cheering him on, Everyone on the lift following, the few people that we were. Hooting and hollering, bringing the stoke he needed. He fucking dropped it. It might not have been the biggest cliff but it showcases the coolest thing about our sport. We all come together on days like today. You might not know the guy, you might never speak to him, might never see him in the future, but when somebody needs the stoke for that cliff, for that next rail trick, you're there.
The commraderey is huge. We have our arguments our disputes, but even amongst this website, if I'm just being real, we all want the same thing. We want that feeling of stoke whether from that first front 2, that deep g turn on fresh chords, or the cliff or pillow line in the BC.
It's the reason we try to bring new friends with us, bring the best out of the ones that with us.
I feel I take some creative liberties in what I post in general, but I'm going to get a little bit sendy I guess. Sometimes the right time emerges for you. You lock in, the snow is good, the crowds are low, and you get your birthdat laps.Maybe that comes sveral times a season, maybe it's once in a lifetiome. But it's a feeling we all long for, no actually lust for. That feeling that regardless of how frequent, the turns and the vibes are so good you don't forget. The primal angst to fully get after it. To send things that haven't been in your wheelhouse for a decade. I'm talking about that freedom. That uncut slope, those perfect turns. More than just skiing, apply them to what you will. Words are just words at the ends of the day it only matters if somebody reads them and if so how they apply them. Words are pretty cool. Language in general. It can be crude as most of my articles are but sometimes words makes you feel things, and sometimes the feeling is such an obvious one as the stoke from that perfect day.
the
This is one for the for the fun guys. Those adventuring into that untracked, and untamed. May the turns be deep, and your soul fulfilled. I'll do my best to hoot and holler from any lift I might see you from. So get after those powder days when the almost unachiveable presents itself. but get after it regardless. Sometime those epic days like today matter, feelings you can't put into words. But sometimes even the shittier days can present be fun as hell, a wild ride. So today I got my birthday laps, I got my pow turns with the fun guys. The uncut faces, the face shots, the drops, but sometimes I forget that I can have those feeling any day I strap in and get after it. It doesn't have to be the perfect powder day, the birthday laps, getting out there on the slopes makes me feel things. The shittiest day I've had this season was a pretty friggin good day. The snow might have been shitty, the turns not much better, but it's how you attack it. the vibes you bring and the people you surround youself with.
So maybe you'll get those birthday laps in, maybe it's every day, maybe it's once in a lifetime, but any day on the slopes surrounded by good people, is still a pretty friggin good day honestly.
Stay safe out there!
"“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!” - Hunter S Thompson.
