Three Snomoshredding Days

2.16.13
Spring Creek- Charly and the guys. Not me. I stayed home sick.


To check the layers of the snow you hit the shovel down into it- ten hits from the wrist, ten from the elbow, and ten from the arm.


I just can't remember the date.
Pole Canyon- Again, Charly and the guys. Still sick over here.



3.2.13
Spring Creek- Hey! It's me! And Joe, Chuck, and Marcy! Finally! After an hour of driving towards what Joe dubbed to be a "greybird day," it was almost as if the heavens made the conscious decision to open up just for me. The sun was merely sleeping in under those clouds and when we pulled up with our trailer of snowmobiles in tow it woke up and said "hello there, I am here to make your day warm and bright, because you deserve it." And you know what? I felt like I did deserve it. And you also know what? I got exactly what I deserved. I carved through the snow on my board and snow machine with some pretty greeeeat (said in the frosted flakes tiger voice) people. Chuck has become quite the pro at carving our sled down the mountain. He can lay it down to the side far enough for my knees to sink into the what-was-some-pretty-crunchy-snow that day, and somehow he always pulls out of it.


Do I look like a man-giant photobombing a cute couples picture or what?
I honestly wish I had the brains to upload video that was taking while riding. Oh well. You'll just have to imagine what it was like. Oh, and is there anything more handsome than a photo/video of your husband digging a pit for avalanche safety? (In case you were wondering what those holes were.) Despite the cream cheesy snow on the day I went, it was, and I quote: "a real blast." Also, I've fallen deeply in love with Burton's board the Con Artist. It floats like a dream. A real live floating dream.

*Photos from Joe and Chuck's Iphone, the last two from my camera.