Where I have been, a TR, and felicitations.

Part 1

Light spun around me as I comprehended the cosmos, a million tiny little eggs began to thrust themselves upon my brain. I expelled a mass quantity of a distinctly noxious sprite based compound. My pores opened and began to emit a massive amount of a Saline based solution.

It was only Saturday.

I had been sitting around for the past few months contemplating the cosmos and eating cotton candy. Deciding between those paths that I wished to take. Obviously I needed to lessen the addiction upon my brain to this place. So I faded out of time and memory to a place down under. Where women glow and men plunder. I also ate some Banquet Turkey Dinners.

I hoped to truly believe one day that I was only a cog in the wheel of the machine, but I felt truly out of place, as surely as plaid pants on Cleuts (insert Pic here).

So, off to that imaginary land of snow, mountains, and women where men still carry around silver handled knives. The ladies were full of beauty, as they were kinder than the cold stern lasses of the NorthLand Then back again to the land of beautifull mountains and no women. Riding the bus, I drive with impunity (nater get over).

Forward faster into time, thrust into life with a busy schedule. The priorities changed and morfed into that which they should be.
Ski, Live, be happy. 2 out of 3 isn't always bad.

Through my many tentacles I still managed to keep in touch with this part of life, but I never felt as though I had anything of worth to contribute. Perhaps even now I do not. Onto the humble beginnings of snow. Onto the massive dumps of the land of the north.

Men with long sweeping beards strode around with their monoboards and scoffed at the lowly snolerblader who dared approach them. They were kings of powder and we aquiesced.

Coming Soon, Part 2 - Deep powder.

To be followed with Part 3 - A sneak attack upon Colorado and how sprite tastes going down and coming back up.

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Originally posted by Odin
Through my many tentacles I still managed to keep in touch with this part of life, but I never felt as though I had anything of worth to contribute.

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Heh. Odin hasn't been completely inactive:
http://www.aspectjournal.com/stories...ns_better.html


Good to see you back among the addicts.

Part 2

The season began humbly enough, with small enough dumps to make a chipmunk feel proud of his droppings. There were scatterings and smatterings, even a little batterings but of a large amount of snowfall there was not. Still, some early season extreme-o backcountry was shrapled in November in T-Town.

PMGear Kev Glove All the Way baby
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Early October Pocket Rocket Sightings
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I was still suffering the attack upon my skiing ability that I had witnessed over the last few months. I had determined to work even harder over this season to get rid of my gaper tendencies.

A new friend joined the fold, fresh from the lands of Tahoe, where women paint their cheeks and tell their children of Rocco, who dropped 50 large on the black jack table and asked them to come up to his suite at the comfort inn. Full of the jongfull eyes of a beginner to this land of contrast things were shown to her of a country untamed and wild.......

Then we left the pioneer bar and she went to the land of disease. Where an infection of powder grasps fully upon the soul.

Alyeska

The name conjures up some mythical beast of snow and rock. However it was still early season groomer cruising. Little did we know what we were in for.

Shots that can only be captured at this place of wonder were taken, and a new identity was formed. That of Tele-Odin. Wodin of old smiled upon my soul as a new addiction was formed.

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Blessings began to be bestowed upon Odin by Ullr for dropping the knee. First small then large as more and more and more dumps began to approach. Madness began to form around the brain as 12 inches turned into 20 which turned into 50. Powder billowed as the upper mountain was closed. Finally the day came.

I pulled up into the tram parking lot with the Swollen Members gunning away. The peepers dialated as I saw a short line of 3 people for opening day and who should be at the front but Alyeska_Skibum and the greatness of ASK's bro. (for who I shall call BDOPRBD or Best Day Of Pow Rad Boarder Dude) I deposited my gear and pulled my car around to the parking lot, hoofing it back up and managing to get my ticket and the front of the line right as the tram doors opened.

First tram.

We swung up over the massive fields of pow as the announcements came on. Choking level deepness. Humor cracked upon the crashing and burning of skiers in said deepness. The first turns were a sublime measure of nipple deepness combined with the seering pain of new, better fitting boots. However, this was not a day for stopping in the pow.

No-one knew where they were going as all day long lines were schrapled.

Face shots were mandatory, as were airs from the 3ft drop offs of pow to groomers.

Could the next day get any better?

Why YES!

Chair 3

Oh chairiot to the untouched stashes, will you turn for me? AKskibum and BDOPRBD were not in attendance in the early session as a game of, race the tram, was initiated and won by me in all my gaperdom. I managed 1 and a half laps before getting 3rd chair up chair 3. The numerical symposium is mind boggling. More face shots as wave after wave after wave of pow was lapped. Legs burning as my gaperdom showed in full effect, I felt as though I were midus. Every line was a full fleged drenching o'pow.

This was made even better by the arrival of T from a little hippie college town in Colorado the next weekend. He proceeded to school me, (needed greatly) on the art of loculdom and ripping 101. We proceeded to tear down the speed ratio in the huck paradise of shrub brush usa, above the drop off to chair 4. This could only get better right?

Well, with an upcoming trip to CO (for family fun) looming my worst fears were confirmed. I would be leaving the land of mo snow, to the land of no snow.

We had gone from a 20 inch base to just under 100 inches in less than 20 days and I was to leave all that for a 19 inch base in 3 days.

coming up Part 3 - Hey Man, What's all this dirt looking stuff? and...

Part 4 - Yankees 3

POTM!

Fucking awesome, Odin. Good to have you back!

Part 3 - Where's the snow?

After 8 hrs of riding planes I touched down in Coloraddy, ready to ski. I had a busy week planned of skiing, visiting with family, and malaise.

However after stepping out of the airport I was shocked at the condition of the countryside, narry a white spot to be seen. I had suspected it would be bad but this was not good.

I travelled into the high country that night, still hoping for perhaps some non far reaching storm that was only hitting the mountains. Instead I found that most of summit county had about the same snowpack as Mt Bohemia. The 24th was spent at copper, reteaching myself the harrowing hatred of bumps.

Note to people:

Bumps mean 1 of 2 things.

Either there are too many people skiing at your mountain, or it doesn't get enough snow.

The groomers were fast and fun, but for some reason the mountains did seem smaller than when I left. Perhaps some BC should have been in order, but this was a small sneak attack trip and I was only planning on skiing two days.

I spent x-mass at Keystoned lapping fast groomers and generally trying to avoid the speed police. I ventured into a few of the runs toward the outback only to find them a composite of man made snow, tree stumps, rock, gravel, patches of ice, grabby punchy left over powder and moguls. However, it was somehow very satisfying.

This was an "Open" "Closed" Run, that I almost took, however the estimated time on the hike out (there wasn't enough snow to ski out all the way to the lift) was in the range of an hour.
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The day after x-mass was spent in the usual fasion, celebrating the holidays with my most important friend, my nephew L and his 1 and a half years of life.

Off the Bus? On the Bus? Make up your damn mind!

A date was scheduled prior to my arrival. Somehow it does not suprise me that it went well. However, abruptly. Unfortunately for both of us we live at opposite ends of the earth. (Odin mugs nater, grabs the keys, flashes his bling bling and takes the new pimped out bus for a ride)

How many times willl you meet a hot athletic chick that likes to travel and has alot of the same interests as you? Apparantly only once a year.

The Chicken incident

During dinner a chicken was consumed by me, later that chicken decided to make a reappearance around 4:00 am. This began a cavalacade of reguritated madness. For 12 hrs, every 30 minutes to an hour it struck. My mind wandered through the day seeking refuge but never obtaining it. I couldn't eat, sleep, drink or lie down without being in pain.

Let me urge you all now. DO NOT EAT AT HOPPS IN LITTLETON.

I managed to recover enough to actually make my plane flight back to the mother land. Of course managing to check in and see that I missed the opening of the north face and the three consecutive days of 1 foot or more. However that is neither here nor there.

The End, for now.

Nice to hear from you, O. I guess I could have skipped hearing about the chicken, but the rest was cool. Stay in touch, bro.

A hearty welcome back to you, Odin. Thanks for the report.

Sick and ashamed and happy (and sure that the chicken was somehow integral),
d.

Good to see you Odin. Time to get to work on a new hidden porn thread.

Wish I would have known you were skiing up at Copper on the 24th. Could of met up; you know, someone to share in the pain of epically bad conditions.