Revelstoked!!! PWD2

As the sun sparkles through the trees on my first chair of the morning at Revelstoke, I ask myself what could be better? Scooby Snacks would be pretty sweet....

Peering over the edge into Separate Reality Glades dilutions of grandeur dance before my eyez.... Thinking I'm TRice I launch off some pillow and proceed to execute a flawless triple tomahawk headplant to body pretzel. Let's just say twinkies can also be used as impact reduction devices.

These little buddies were just chillin on the west side of Sub Peak like some paste eating grommet went crazy with a soft serve machine. I'm kinda wary of the supernatural, but these snowghosts didn't seem too bad. They were actually kinda yummy looking so I took a bite of one..... they didn't taste as friendly as they looked.

A little walk and vuala! the not-so-secret egress to Greely Bowl. Over the mountain and through the chutes to crazy deep pow fields I go!

Making Team Get Awesome proud I searched out a tasty couloir to get some sweet air and lay down some elephant turns.

Looking back up Mount Mackenzie the tasty couloir I annihilated (which I later find is called Powder Assault) can be seen to lookers left of the massive igneous rock outcropping dominating the right side of the pic. Get Awesome today, stay awesome tomorrow!

Snowghosts and snowdogs seem to have struck an accord in Rev's back 40 Glades. Seen here frolicking in the AM sun, how could you not be stoked? Maybe if you didn't have a jacket, or pants.... that would be a little chilly. Luckily I was equipped with the bomber gear and the beta on where to find the sickness, but still no Scooby Snacks.

Sometimes while zooming through the forest on your shredtastic journey you may come across, or in my case fly over, some crazy hobit looking terrain like this. I was half soaring, half falling/crashing off the waterfall in the middle when I realized Snowmadic = not so good at spontaneous unplanned flight.

Sometimes extra goggles are the difference between a call to the wah-mbulence and continued gravity induced SnowShredding. When seeking adaquate camoflage from the Pirates and the Tali-bra lurking in the shadows always opt for neon. Nothing says "you can't see me" like CalTrans Orange.

Once it hits your lips.... the pow is so goood! Grab your snorkel and get ready to romp!

Onwards and southwards, though Rev was more than hospitable, there was weather coming to Rossland and I was on a pow-centric shred mission to find Ullr. Packing up the Suby I was ready to spread the spirit of stoke and propagate the Snowmadic modus operandi.

Boats are pretty cool, and I've yet to install water wings on the Suby, so onwards toward Rossland Capt. Stubing! And watch out for those pirates, I didn't bring my slingshot.

Many hours, miles and a couple rock induced dents later I rolled into Rossland completely exhausted and ready for the omonious clouds on the horizon to begin their onslaught.

The ambiguity associated with a Snowmadic pow-centric journey can be unsettling for some; however I've found it liberating to check the latest weather reports and make the call at the last minute regarding where to go and when to get there. In this case luck was on my side and the flakes were falling heavily before I succumbed to delirium.