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


Snowbird Day 1 (Boloney Blasts UT)

Day 1.

On 3 hours of sleep we woke our asses up at 6 A.M. to multiple alarms. The best of course was the Love is Gone techno wakeup on TK's phone. After a shockingly good continental breakfast, we successfully bored the UTA bus and off to Snowbird we were.

Arriving at 8:15 guaranteed a long amazing day of riding.

Snowbird is truly just an amazing place. You're standing surrounded by gigantic mountains everywhere you look and every view is better than the last. The resort itself is top notch. Awesome facilities and really just a place you could be cool hanging out at even if you didn't want to ski.

To the riding:

It was good. Very good. I hazard to say, it was the best day of riding in my life. Nay, it was the best day of my life. The whole crew just shredded everything. Open a dictionary. Turn to the definition of steep. It is a picture of the slopes of Snowboard. Or as I prefer to call them, sheer vertical drops.

The "awful" conditions the locals were bitching about were amazing. Deep powder still to be found. Great bowl running. And the kicker was it was nearly 50 degrees. We were all "ski the east" ready. Decked out in thermals, heavy gloves, fleeces. After one run down the Mineral Basin we were soaked and dying of heat. With great haste we stripped down and got down to business the rest of the day.

To many highlights to really talk about here because near beer is calling.

But just to tease before I have a chance to elaborate, I was 2 feet away from bombing off a 50 foot cliff in the Great Scott area under the tram. I was just getting so used to everything being uber-steep I didn't realize what I was rolling up to until I heard Dong and TK scream "GOOO BACK STOP STOP STOP." Whoops! I definitely got myself caught in some sicky gnar gnar but it was very fun freaking everyone out with my near death.

Tons of pics here.

More to follow.

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