Back to Whistler

 

With almost 1200cm's this season and a 300cm base I was sure Whistler was the call.  All the reports from the troops in the field indicated a solid early March and a complete lack of people due to the Olympic Lockdown.  Tragically the end of February brought limited onshore flow, guess the IOC stopped seeding the clouds.  Combine this lack of precipitation with ever rising freezing levels and Team Get Awesome was forced to forgo our scheduled day with Powder Mountain Cat Skiing for a rousing ride on some of Whistler Blackcomb's SnoLimos.



SnoLimos now that's ballin eh!

 Here's Danger getting some Symphony Bowl sans SnoLimo.

 A little walk yielded a righteous view of Black Tusk with our friend George the Crow chillin on the boundary pole.

 Pretty sizable cornice a top Northern Flute ready to rain down death and destruction on the unknowing monkeys below.

 

Turns were had though the unmitigated pow-glory of days past was not fully realized.  All in all a good trip that brought together Team Get Awesome in the 2010.

Even Billy the Bear made an appearance

 Post shred we stopped by Chili Thom's Gallery in Whistler to get our artsy vibe for the day.  Pretty sick prints and OG acrylics on canvas.  For those who don't know Chili is the man, the myth and the legend all wrapped into one neuvo hippy-esk pow shredding visual art machine.

 

Chili Thom WASP Painting Auction

Greetings fellow gravity induced snowsliders, one of my boyz up in Whistler BC is auctioning off some of his kickass art for the Whistler Adaptive Sports Program (WASP).  Check the site - www.chilithom.com and pickup some sickness for your casa or office.

Yeah Chili's pretty much a badass, but his painting skills are hardly limited to the frozen variety of water.

 

Go get some art kids, cuz this stuff's the real deal!  What're you waiting for get movin before they're all gone - www.chilithom.com

Mt. Bald-Nuts

With the El Nino firehose in full-effect, Snowmadic headed up to the hallowed grounds of Mt. Baldy just outside of Upland and Monte Claire deep inside the Inland Empire and San Berdooo.

 

1st chair Snowmadic holding it down for Team Get Awesome

 

Oh Yeah!

 

Heeding the siren song I head toward Thunder Mt. for the goodness yet to be experienced.

 

By the beard of Zeus!

 

Once atop Thunder I was hailed by Smokey the avy dog and Sport-O the patroler,  "What ther heall'er you doin up in heerrr?  Go make it happen eh!"

 

Pretty much it's like this.... looks kinda like BC, but it's a mere 25min car ride from Ontario International Airport.  If you've got the juevos and know how to chart weather.... you're going to f'ing score and be down in SD in time to catch a glass-off sesh at SeaSide!

Seriously with the damn sun though..... I know it kinda heats our planet and makes it inhabitable, but seriously that shit's bright.

Oh but the Juice is Good!  Super sick, icy as shit in the melt/freeze sun exposed areas, but knee deep in the sheltered tree love!  Didn't hit bottom all day, which at Bald-Nuts is a pretty good sign that it's going off.  To check some annoyingly loud and shaky self-shot shed footy from Snowmadic's droid phone follow the link - http://www.biguglysnow.com/Videos/ViewVideos/TabId/61/VideoId/5/Baldy-Feb11.aspx 

Rock out with your smock out eh!

June to the Moon

Sickness with the quickness, leaving Costa Mesa at the ungodly hour of 5pm on a rainy Friday night Team Get Awesome spent 2.5hrs traveling the 15 miles out of LA.... but it was puking in the high country!

 

Rolled into June just in time for last call at the Tiger Bar and kept on groovin till Chair 1 opened in the AM.  A little fuzzy we laid down some solid face runs before heading back toward the mythical land of Chair 7.

Pretty much killing it on Chair 7, Danger and Whacky T gettin antsy!

Yeah, it was really that good.... if you look really hard you can just make out Danger's impersonation of the Y in the village people.  Bring your snorkel cuz Team Get Awesome digs the deep stuff the most!

As you can see Danger likes June.

Team Get Awesome had a run-in with Father Xmas, he was drinking reindeer blood and offered to take us for a ride in his sleigh.

  

BobMan moved to June a couple years ago and suprised the hell out of us when he popped out of the woods with his posse of migratory snowsliders.

Lost in the woods, here the boys from Team BobMan and Team Get Awesome contemplate the finer things in life, like which way to the bar?

  

Danger doing his part for the environment.

After some deliberation we found the village and began our downhill tumble to the infamous Tiger Bar.

 

Be wary of Polar Bears....

  

We eventually made it to the Tiger Bar and got down with the best of them.  After another solid day of riding Team Get Awesome had to get back to the Land of the Lame, so we departed the Eastern Sierra shred zone and began the trek south to the concrete jungle.

X Games 14

The day began early circa 3.15am somewhere near San Diego....

The coming sun brought the first traces of snow near the California/Nevada border.

 The prayers to Ullr were clearly heard.... the snow started early and was blanketing everything east of the Utah border.  Weirdness afoot in the land of the lost.......

East bound and down load 'em up and truck 'em, we're going to do what they say can't be done.  We got a lonnnggg way to go and a short time to get there, so come on out and watch old bandit run!

Just keep driving.... from sun up to sun down Snowmadic just keeps rolling.  Wherever I go my beer is cold, my house has wheels!  After 14 hours and 1,000 miles Aspen appeared shimmering on the horizon like some yuppie nouveau Shangri-La. 

BONG!!!

+ Monkeys =

Temple of the flying circus midgets!  With all the product placement one would think the athletes subsisted on energy drink and beef sticks.  Navy and Jeep were also huge sponsors, I was half expecting a Naval formation flyby or perhaps a contingent of SEALs HaLo dropping out of some rocket enabled Jeep Liberty with Todd Richards driving.  Now that would've incited some fist pumping and virgin sacrifice from the 2 stroke sledneck contingent a couple hundred feet to the left (and thankfully out of frame) of the Grande U-bend.  I say Bring it on Sir! Then I realized that someone with more sense than I denied the masses booze. Can you believe that?!?!?  Good thing the Goose was loose in the VIP!  Team Get Awesome holds it down and on this particular night a fellow covert operative came across a case of Arrogant Bastard that needed some friends.....