bə-lō'nē mō'gəls(n.pl.) 1. A group of drinkers with a shredding problem. 2. The combination of snow, booze, and metal.


Blue Bird Day at Breck

Most of us woke up around 4:30-5:00am fresh as a dasiy and had to kill a lot of time before lifts opened. Snakeskin pants and I descended into town and hit up the awesomeness that is Daylight Donuts.

Everyone started getting their ass in gear by 8 and we picked up our horribly misspelled lift tickets. It seems "cleary" was too hard of a name, so I was instead Shaun Carly. Swell.

Onto the Gondola and up to the Breck base. We headed for some of the gnarliest steep terrain that the mountain had and really got worked.

Getting up to the Summit was amazing. 12,990 feet. Above the treeline. 20% less O2 than at sea level.

I'll just let the pictures do that talking because there were just too many runs and too many amazing things that words don't aptly describe.

Photos from Monday

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