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


TrueNorth 09 (Ain't So Bad)

1000 miles in four days. 1500 in 6 days, for one Power Seen. Nomading at its finest.

Boloney Moguls' most recent adventuring brought them to CHARlot, Btown, the ShredBarn, Jay Peak, and Michael Bolton. All things that are good.

Uncle Filter's shredbarn in Charlot was nice. I mean way too nice for us. The piece of property itself was right on a peninsula on the good lake of Champlain. Amazing views and great territory for some Rocky training montages. There were many structures over the grounds making for one awesome filter compound. The shredbarn had bunk beds, tractors, and stables. Everything you need for one intense weekend of booze.snow.metal.

Day 1 we headed way up there, Jay Peak. After a drive that wasn't bad at all and only getting the CRV stuck in the snow once (thanks DONG), we suited up in the arctic cold of Canada. Jay Peak is big, old, and European feeling. It's one of the only hills in the East that actually has a tram. It was so brutally cold and windy up there though that the only thing the tram was doing was terrifying us all as test cars were sent back and forth and swung wildly.

I've been in cold, I've been in real cold, I skitheeast. But Jay Peak. Wow. For 10 minutes we experienced some of the coldest conditions ever while our chair crawled up the wire and swung back and forth in the wind while we were pummeled with the howling gusts of Canada.

After epic cheap 22 oz long trails for breakfast and lunch, we rode more and found some trees that still had great cover. More riding, more skiing, more fun. Last run of the day, Dong and I slipped into some trees and then found ourselves in an untouched powder field covered with small trees and deep pristine snow. After that ride we knew it was time to call it a day because we weren't going to be able to top it. We flipped around and headed back to the Shredbarn.

Dinner Party ensued as Dong cooked up one hell of a dinner. The Flendersons stopped by and Bob in accounting acted up again. Late night scrabble was played and some uncanny words were placed. Undersiege anyone?

Day 2: Michael Bolton.

This place is good, really good. Lots of traverses and slow lifts, but amazing cover, super close to btown, and lots of fun trees that no one rides in. Many great runs were had. I totally deforested and made my own trail by drop-kicking several trees and saplings out of the way. Super switch day. I had my switch bindings that are awesome and change angles while I ride. AtheFilter rocked skis. Pukey rocked a sketchy style (well I guess that's standard for her). Donkey Kong rocked a snowboard in ski boots.

Strange things happen at Bolton. It is sort of the Bermuda Triangle of ski hills. You'll see a trail you want to ride, head towards it, and then you find yourself back at the base. We tried to find the park 3 times. Each time we took a different route, yet every time we missed it. There is one thing you can always find here though, and that's awesomness.

Another night of boozing and Kings with some superior rules. The Seen foot and rocky rule really made for a bold game of thrill and excitement. A long long ride back to NY began, and awesome, I missed my flight. Friday's was well worth it though and I got silly.

Leaving Btown was tough. That place has a lot of greatness. It is important to know though, the Armory will be opening for the 09-10 season, and it will be the most metal bar ever.

*Jackson in 11 Days*

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