snowboarding

Powder Practice

 

Day One, Sixteen Inches of Powder

|  Mt. Hood Meadows, OR

Like newborn lambs our knees were a shakin' as we hit our first run of the season. With 16" of fresh powder the stoke was high! FRESHIES ALL DAMN DAY.  

 
 
 
 

Crammed like sardines into a 10x15 cabin we woke at the crack of dawn and hit the hill. A lot was riding on this day. Pride. Joy. Pain. Practice. Our upcoming backcountry trip to a yurt on the Montana/Idaho border meant sink or ski and we couldn't let each other down. Neither blizzards nor bourbon could take us from those powdery slopes!

 
 
 

La troupe!

 
 
 

A little warm-ya-up pit stop in the powdery pillows and folds. 

 
 
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Practice wouldn't make perfect, but it was definitely gonna help.

 
 
 
 

Arriving back at the car, our scientific snowfall measuring device (empty beer can), was buried deep in powder. With a full day under our belt and bruises slowly blooming, we felt good and ready for a long cat nap. Tomorrow would be another day, bring it!