With the snow in the highcountry on hold for a while, and thus powder-choked stoke-infused go-get-yours TR's as well, I figured I might share what it's like to spend a winter - better yet the first 21 winter's of your life - in the flatlands.
Thanksgiving 2006: Kansas City News Channels report 1-3 inches of new snow in the metro area. The crew arrives from Larryville ready to sample the goods:
After discovering that local sledders had beat us to the punch, and the blower had become beat, the race was on to farm enough snow from local streets to set up anything that would ease our need to ride. So we made do, and the riding commenced:
After sessioning the serious gap to rickety wooden picnic table with heavy consequences, and growing bored of the trash can and barrier jibs, we called it a night, and returned to Larryville for a few brews.
Finals Week: Early December 2006: Campus gets 8 inches. Unfortunately, temps hovered between 0 and -12F during the storm, meaning turns on wind blown aspects were anything but bottomless. We built a jump, and all was well:
The local press found our attempts to stay sane in the flatlands newsworthy, and I got my first shot in a publication; untied boots, cotton T, and all:
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February 2007: Weston, MO, Snow Creek Ski Area:
Despite Slush Creek's average annual snowfall of 20inches, the backcountry gates were temporarily closed (think Frasier Canyon from Sol Vista), and we were forced to again put any freeriding fantasies aside and play in the park:
...where we discovered the dangers of mixing skiiers, snowboarders, and dollar monster vodkas:
Yet, it's the days like those shown above that made our times between trips west bearable. And certainly, it's the days like those shown above that make you appreciate days like these:
This concludes our broadcast day.
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