Puking!!! Rossland British Columbia and Red Mountain.... need I say more?
The Roots area provided ample huckabililty for all manner of meat chucker. Faceshots and no one to talk too but myself. Locals on the chairlift were claiming best day of the season. The chest deep blower was truly a site to see, I'd probably trade my fave pair of house shoes for a little taste of that goodness right now.
Cambodia turned out to be much colder than its southeast Asian namesake, though the pillows kind of looked like poppys if you really squint and cock your head a little....
All I found in Needles was a grip of snowghosts, faceshots and solitude. I was contemplating the logistics of digging a snowcave and returning to society after the spring thaw.
Fun Fact for the day: Fixed grip lifts = Freshies all day
Sunset in downtown Rossland with Red Mountain looming in the background. After 10 hours of ruthless pow frenzy me and my newly found Quebecois rallied for the chaos to come.
Rossland Chapel with the Firehouse, Red Mountain and the full moon lurking in the shadows. Ullr had come and we had conquered. Where do your allegiances lie?
Burning deep inside my loins like a giant golden hawk is the desire to one day be a powhunting dirtbag 24/7/365. Until that time I will settle for days like this, and though I was alone, I felt right at home. Word to the wise: go out and find the goodness. Regardless of your chosen focus (snowsliding, wave riding, basket weaving), the adventure of the exploration and unknown easily trumps the same old gettin old any day of the week.
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