omIV
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if you remember them, they're typically awesome.
mine (last night):
pre-sleep: drinking and watching soccer with friends im visiting in sweden. had been drinking since 3 pm. the guy who lives next door who rides motocross cones by with 100 proof peppermint liquor. shots ensue. this is at like 8:30. sit down at 9:30 to watch world cup. we decide to drink every time there is an offsides. black out at some point before much of the game happens
drink count: eight or so 50cl beers @ 5.5%, 2 double shots of 100 proof peppermint liquor, indeterminate quantity of whiskey.
the dream: its june, and i find myself at the base of a moderate size ski area. spring conditions, but who cares; skiing is skiing. I have no gear, and nobody speaks english (sweden, remember). BUT, amplid and moment are there with demos. So I rent some cheap ass rental boots, and borrow a pair of experimental skis. These skis have no name, and no graphic; just a white topsheet. Probably in the 85-95 mm waist zone. I board the lift with my setup, wearing street clothes, and no ticket.
Scoping lines on the way up, noticing where there are features, comparing everything to the trailmap. Life is good. I've picked out a few runs already, and am amped to bash some corn. I get off and ski under the lift, staying left and cutting off the trail to ski an open snowfield with some scattered boulders and minimal tracks. popping off of small bumps/snow covered rocks is fun, and I come to a headwall. I had anticipated this, and go right towards a line through the rocks I had picked out. Life is good as I pass some landmarks I had spotted telling me that I was close to getting back on the trail.
But right there, off to the left, is a narrow ass chute filled with thigh high fresh. As I turn towards it, I experience a lucid dream/horror movie ohh-no-don't-do-it-moment, but dreamland-me is chomping at the bit, and I dive in. I kick the first few turns, my skis must have had some kind of killer rocker to manage the pow, and the rocks open up to expose a world of white. Perfect 35 degree wonderbowl of fresh tracks and limitless options.
Then my world comes to pieces. Half way down, the snow starts to evaporate. Not melt, mind you. It just vanishes. Suddenly I'm skidding down rocks about 30 yards above a cliff face. shit. I can't stop, no way to self arrest. I'm falling off the cliff...
...and land in a trampoline suspended between two helicopters. no idea how i didn't hit the rotor blades. waiting for me inside the cabin is a fully stocked fridge filled with my favorite beer (Harpoon UFO), and a soft-serve icecream machine. There are rainbow sprinkles. And sugar cones. Life is good.
then i wake up. to the obligatory hangover. fuck the world
any other good ones?
mine (last night):
pre-sleep: drinking and watching soccer with friends im visiting in sweden. had been drinking since 3 pm. the guy who lives next door who rides motocross cones by with 100 proof peppermint liquor. shots ensue. this is at like 8:30. sit down at 9:30 to watch world cup. we decide to drink every time there is an offsides. black out at some point before much of the game happens
drink count: eight or so 50cl beers @ 5.5%, 2 double shots of 100 proof peppermint liquor, indeterminate quantity of whiskey.
the dream: its june, and i find myself at the base of a moderate size ski area. spring conditions, but who cares; skiing is skiing. I have no gear, and nobody speaks english (sweden, remember). BUT, amplid and moment are there with demos. So I rent some cheap ass rental boots, and borrow a pair of experimental skis. These skis have no name, and no graphic; just a white topsheet. Probably in the 85-95 mm waist zone. I board the lift with my setup, wearing street clothes, and no ticket.
Scoping lines on the way up, noticing where there are features, comparing everything to the trailmap. Life is good. I've picked out a few runs already, and am amped to bash some corn. I get off and ski under the lift, staying left and cutting off the trail to ski an open snowfield with some scattered boulders and minimal tracks. popping off of small bumps/snow covered rocks is fun, and I come to a headwall. I had anticipated this, and go right towards a line through the rocks I had picked out. Life is good as I pass some landmarks I had spotted telling me that I was close to getting back on the trail.
But right there, off to the left, is a narrow ass chute filled with thigh high fresh. As I turn towards it, I experience a lucid dream/horror movie ohh-no-don't-do-it-moment, but dreamland-me is chomping at the bit, and I dive in. I kick the first few turns, my skis must have had some kind of killer rocker to manage the pow, and the rocks open up to expose a world of white. Perfect 35 degree wonderbowl of fresh tracks and limitless options.
Then my world comes to pieces. Half way down, the snow starts to evaporate. Not melt, mind you. It just vanishes. Suddenly I'm skidding down rocks about 30 yards above a cliff face. shit. I can't stop, no way to self arrest. I'm falling off the cliff...
...and land in a trampoline suspended between two helicopters. no idea how i didn't hit the rotor blades. waiting for me inside the cabin is a fully stocked fridge filled with my favorite beer (Harpoon UFO), and a soft-serve icecream machine. There are rainbow sprinkles. And sugar cones. Life is good.
then i wake up. to the obligatory hangover. fuck the world
any other good ones?
