Being that we live at 8,040 feet, weather, and snow are both a huge part of life. We shovel it, ride through it, ride on it, pray for it, curse it. We love it. Whether it's burying the ramp, blowing into hug lip launches at Edlora or carrying us over a cornice in some distant part of the state - it is a huge part of our constitution.
Me and the mexican looking for lines in all the steep places.
Your shrivelding testicles, and about 1,000 feet of vertical and open canvas.
It's all fun and games until someone yells "One in" and we wait and watch.
Monarch - 2003. Everyone selecting their lines for the afternoon cornice chuck.
Dan - contemplating the drop of the season - February 2003 - Monarch Cat Trip.
Of a great day at the hill. The back deck - speaking volumes.
A famous line off of South Araphoe. April 2004, DV8 and I hauled up there and dropped it. Steepest thing I think I have ever been on. Epic.
This is riding out west - heading for the fine.....
For the 300 yard bottom turn
The backside - the dark side - the right side
Yes - I landed it - and yes - I broke the board in half.
Getting heelside slashes - in january - in the mountains - is a bonus.
This was pretty big - not l ike Alaska big - but Eldora large
The mystery cornice - formed during the legenday 4 day snow in - 88 inch storm of 2003.
A familiar sight. Chairs blowing around over the face of Corona like small marbles on the end of a child's string. Sublime. Cold. But pretty.