Shot Seven

STILL snowing! Snowing snow? Why for? Why the fuck for?

Thursday. I kinda forgot, but I think it was sick. Oh wait: I already bloggt about it! Late opening to Chair Dos, and then we did Elevator and Ropeline a bunch of times, I think it may have been open. Hammo meanmugging, Muffbreff giggling around, MTB DKKrewmembers training hard for the upcoming bike season... I found myself with the Kings of Kong on the last run, sans comfortable crew. Nothing but DK and DK Jr, pretty tired, and I had to ask, "oh dang, this means we're going to have to jump off all sorts of shit, right?" Reply: "Only the shit that gets in front of us." Great.

Prick skier in line:




Survived to bring back this vid, inspired by Snowone and the dudes what film all their Snoqualmadventures like down to the road or whatever (sorry, no retro-neo-progressive music, just dumb powder noises). We never film shit, because we're always mobbing, and we don't really do anything cool...I got to some more chillt out shit and took my glove off and tried to hold it out behind me as I mobbed around. It didn't work, obviously. They should invent some sort of camera that can mount to something...like, say, a helmet or something... Snowboarding:


Saturday was some tarded shit, combined with some radical shit. They had some fucking weirdo skin racecourse set up, with 150 masochists lined up at the bottom, ready to race up Debbie's Gold, around the Chair 2 lift shack, up The Fan (srsly!), up under the chair and then UP Andy's Point (double srsly!), then down to Snake Trail gate, then up over King's or some shit, disappearing somewheres over Piss Pass, back out the valley, finishing at an Outdoor Research easy-up in front of the lodge... Weird. Whatever. They scheduled it March 29th, presumably because that'd mean nice weather, small crowds, etc...

Well, no. There were two feet of new snow, cold snow, and mass people. MASS fucking people! The lines were Saturday it's a Saturday, but not really a fun lollersk8ing jam if'n ya catch me... Peep the footy holmz:


You know we blasted on fools though, pure txtbook linesnake man-U-vee-ayes making people less than happy. And less than in front of us. It sucks, but it gives you something to do for the twenty minutes waiting in line (and prevents it from being thirty minutes, yahurdme)...

We rode from 9-4, a SuperSkier rarity, only possible because they had the fucking BC, even Snake Dance, closed. For their skinning race. Thumbs down. I got some skin 4 ya comeon!!!

Volly patrols were out in full obese force, finsta regulate on fools what would listen. We didn't listen (save for one time when I stopped to listen...big mistake...I had to one-foot back to the ropeline trail, enduring uncomfortable old-man knee pain AND some shrill screaming from some soccer mom saying "HEY SNOWBOARDER! HEY! STOP!!" Once I saw her--a sorry sack of shit Tipper Gore type gunt stuck roastbeef pissflaps-deep in the bowl under Widowmaker--I was embarrassed that gave her an instant of my attention. Sorry, youth of today, I'll try and make it up to you.). Take my comped pass, go ahead...if you can ever catch me! The BC was stable as fuck, more stable than Thursday (and Friday, when they had a high traverse open), that was some stupid closure shit for real. For motherfuckin REAL. It probably had something to do with O.R. was going to renege on their promised ski patrol mittens for next year or some stupid shit LOL... Can't really claim it's dangerous when you have a "race" going on back there.

It worked to our advantage, however, as most people still listen to ski patrols or anyone who is yelling. The only glitch it put in our scheme was the skin tracks we had to run over on the ropeline jammer...It looked like this back there (if you got a huge monitor perhaps you can manage to comprehend the pooh-vity of the situation):


Sick.

Stayed on Beer Tony's couch Saturday night, eating super burritos and "oh yeah howabout a chicken torta" from Tacos Guaymas. Played TigerWoods08 with Crazy D, Movie Joe, and Unproven Broken Ribs Marcus. You can upload pics of your face and play video games with your fucking face on there. Really taking the "realism" to a ridiculous level, it's a likkle too much... I'd make a witty blogger quip about "a video game where your character plays video games," but I'm sure that already exists, and I'd be timelined. Like someone will on this vid, but I don't care, it's sick:


LOL. Perfect.

Okay then, SUNDAY:

Can't recall the last time I convinced myself to ride Alpental on a Sunday. It's fucking Sunday, I mean comeon! But, given Saturday's retardation, I agreed to hit it up with Ho Chi Way... Same crowdedness, but now they had some shit open. Snow was even deeper, and we jammed around. Sick, really.



Which way to go? Don't matter, it's all off the sickter skale blud:


Hammo fucking told this dude about his open ski racks. I was pissed. I would've loved to know that eight skis fell off a fucking Volvo and skratched shit all up:


Hey dude, are you still mad that I made us 7.3 minutes late by driving over to your house, with like 20 fucking minutes' warning via txt messanging (which we ALL know you're like a fucking little girl with, addicted to that shit like Clemmy fraggin noobs [ps good job Clammy: leaving early Thursday and Saturday keeps your horrible decision streak alive]), helping you out by simplifying your life? Are you? Well? As you stand in the empty BC ready to slash something?
I guess so:


Haha how many know THAT look? Four inches from your face with a "FUCK. YOU."

Gotta love that dude, now go slash something:

(he's in there somewhere)

It was fucking bomb. And it was a weekend. Sick.

Random WTF:


Strangeboard pilot Mike Olson sighting had me looking around for P.Line, Rat Boy, Farmer, fuckin Bean Dip, whatever...some ancient herstory...but all I saw was Pontoon-"riding" McKonkeyKongz and that dude with the HUGE stance (oh wait, was that a mirror?)...

All in all, it's been a very good snowboard riding year...I'm ready for it to end. End, already! Fuck.

Another earlier-season random clip, reaction after an abnormally long twenty minute tirade (a pre- first-chair staple all season, usually delivered by some old dude with a beard) about how dangerous the SlackCountry is:

(read the fucking blurb, FF's lyrics match up with the whole shit! LOLGOMZORZ!!! I need the clip of the speech too, it's dope.)

Tree jump did not work (they never do):



And with that, it's Hammo testing knee braces with the Canadian Power Trio in his iPod aka Exit Stage Left LOL:


He ran over four small children just out of the frame, stopping only to stomp on their heads! Dude was PISSED!

LEIGHT