Well, after two nights of bush league group project meetings, a welding project all day yesterday, skating in the 65+ degree weather here in FoCo, and numerous shit-talking text messages from Brian demanding to know why I haven't posted the photos from this past weekend of snow riding and calling me out for never updating my shit rag blog, here are the goods... finally.
Waking up the Friday morning after Thanksgiving wasn't the easiest thing to do... After eating enough food to feed a small village and two or... five, or so extra stiff whiskey cokes, I was hurting when the alarm went off at 7:00 in the a.m. So, I did what any hardcore, dedicated shred enthusiast would... turned that shit off and went back to sleep for 2 hours. When I awoke again, with sun kissing my face, I was feeling slightly better and stoked for some tasty shred action. Brain and I loaded up the tank and hit the road, not exactly sure where we were going to ride.
Being an Epic pass holder and having 5 mountains at your disposal, deciding where to ride is like the deciding on where to eat dilemma. "Where do you want to eat?" "I don't care, what do you feel like?" "Ah dude I don't know, it doesn't matter to me..." You know how it goes, no one wants to make a decision. We waited until we were about to hit the Eisenhower Tunnel to make our decision... Vail. We figured it wouldn't be as crowded as the other mountains in Summit County since it's an extra 40 minute drive. Time to rip.
VAIL - 11/29
Early season at VailIt wasn't all that crowded at the Lionshead gondola and it was gray and cold, and looking like it was going to snow. I had an inner battle with myself on whether or not to wear the jacket or go with my favorite riding attire, the hoody. I opted for the hoody steez and would later come to regret that decision. That and not sticking the low light lenses in.
Brian and myselfThere were only a few runs open due to the early season poop snow, but it was still such a fun day of riding. It wasn't too crowded on the mountain but there were a couple sections where the runs funneled together and it was like playing Frogger, dodging people left and right, and skies and poles as they projected away from the gapers wiping out. We saw some kook wearing a flannel bath robe and had a good laugh. There was a little park with a few jibs set up but whoever laid that out should be slapped in the face. Unless you didn't stop from the top of the run, there was no way to get enough speed to hit anything. After one trip through there, we decided to stay away and just get our turns in. There was this fuckin rad roller section on one of the runs with like 5 different lips to air off and we sessioned that pretty hard. I was flying off those at mach speeds and my ollies were on point all day. I'm already feeling in top form.
There was also a very nice little lip at top of the run that boosted you super high. We threw down some early season maneuvers, shiftys, tail grabs... shifty tail grabs, and it was nice to catch some decent air.... Until the lip got all tracked out and both Brian and I got squirly on the take off and ate shit. Sweet.
Brian with a little stalefish action
Not sure what I'm going for here...A few runs in it started snowing. Very light and grainy like at first, and then after a while, full on cloud pukage. I was so stoked for it to finally be snowing! It didn't stop for the rest of the day and continued on into the night. As it turns out, cotton isn't exactly water proof and I started to get soaking wet and heavy. On top of that, the gray day along with the snow made it almost impossible to see, especially with my dark fire engine lenses in. We made the "two more runs" call, took one, and called it a day.
Blaaawk! (puking noise)
Smurf pants
So stoked I'm wet...Vail quote of the day: "That dude in the bath robe is fucking pissing me off." - Brian
We ended up crashing at Brain's buddy Rich's sick house in Keystone after a fucking fiasco at a babe's house in Vail. Long story short, we had a place to stay in Vail, but after sitting on the couch for 2 long, awkward, brutal hours at said house with zero conversation , we made up an excuse and bounced out of there at top speed. The only good thing to come out of that is now we have a super funny inside joke to use the rest of the season.
Waiting at the bus stationA-Basin - 11/30
We woke up Saturday to 9 inches of fresh and needless to say I had a huge boner. Riding fresh snow is like a drug addiction I never want to cure.
New snow....
Makes me happyWe were going to drive back to Vail but decided to ride Keystone instead, because it's 5 minutes from where we were, duh. We turned in to the parking lot and immediately turned right back around after seeing the main lot completely full, fuck that. A-Basin here we come! A-Bay is only a few miles up the road and is such a fun mountain. It was cold and snowy all day and I was prepared this time for the elements Again, cause it's still early season, there were only a few runs open. On the first run we went all the way to the top and shit was crazy. A-Basin in one of the highest mountains in the country elevation wise and the weather can often be brutal up there, while the weather at the base is calm. It's two different worlds. Anyway, we get to the top and almost blow off the mountain... Not really, but it was super windy up there. Snow was blowing and all you could see was white, it was icy and I couldn't wait to get down. The rest of the day we only rode half way up and went from there.
Fool me once, shame on you....
Finally looking like winter
Brian, Rich, ZboyThis was a pretty mellow day really, we all just enjoyed the fresh snow and got our turns in. We were able to find a couple of short lived pow staches on the sides of the runs and on the other sides of those orange ropes. On one such stache the rope was hangin low so obviously rope ollies were in order, and Brian executed a not so text book ollie and buried himself in the snow. I rode by laughing hysterically but karma caught up with me on the next run when I got all tangled up in a buried rope. Sweet. The runs were all pretty short and the lift lines not so short, but it was cool, I got some good photos in the lift lines. Which leads me too...
All the gapers and kooks that were out. Any holiday brings throngs of tourists to the mountains and this Thanksgiving weekend was no different. The tourists are a catch-22 really, we don't like em clogging up the mountains with their
neon onesies,
fanny packs, and Texas accents, but with out them spending all their money, mountain towns would surely suffer. God knows the locals don't have any money. Here are some early season gaper/kook photos... Oh and in case you were wondering, yes there will be post of epic proportions explaining the gaper/kook phenomenon.
One piece gaper suit
Kook leash
ULTIMATE kook suit... All over print Famous suit? Get real bro
Let's zoom in...
Gaper-hawkOn the drive back to Rich's pad after riding, the high light of the weekend went down. We were driving in Brian's Land Rover, aka "The Tank," and he was talking a big game about how the Tank decimates all weather conditions, especially the snow, how nothing else compares to it, blah blah blah, when while he was saying this, we hit some ice, start spinning and are heading for this little 2 foot ditch. Brian, in the calmest, most matter-of-fact voice says, "Welp, we're goin in the ditch," and boom! We slam left front end first into the ditch. Rich and I immediately start laughing as we step out and survey the damage... There was none. Brian has this big ass brush guard on the front of his car and that thing saved his ass. We were only going about 20 mph on a little side rode so the crash wasn't that gnarly, just really funny.

In the ditch
Driving out of the ditchSuper fun weekend of riding, finally got some snow, I can't wait to get back up there!