I was in familial bondage, clinking plastic cups, avoiding burgers and beaming at hostile relatives.
I hope it was fun.
I was in familial bondage, clinking plastic cups, avoiding burgers and beaming at hostile relatives.
I hope it was fun.
Merde De Glace On the Freak When Ski
>>>200 cm Black Bamboo Sidewalled DPS Lotus 120 : Best Skis Ever <<<
spill it.
Merde De Glace On the Freak When Ski
>>>200 cm Black Bamboo Sidewalled DPS Lotus 120 : Best Skis Ever <<<
working on the TR right now.
everybody is so damn demanding today![]()
Fantastico! BC-Flow is putting together the TR this afternoon. My pics are ready to go- but on my computer at home so you'll have to wait until tomorrow when they get posted.Originally posted by Buster Highmen
spill it.
Snow was holding good- but it is also rapidly starting to melt. Got some good hiking and picked 3-4 different lines from skier's right to far skier's left. The choke on skier's left was rad. Was concerned about the extensive sun cups- but turned out to be a winner. I fared a lot better on Dege than I did on the river yesterday![]()
Thanks for the advice, Buster. Pics are coming soon.
The Dege lines are usualy good until mid July, but it's unusually bitchin' hot. Those N drops off the saddles will last a little longer but aren't as easy to lap...anyway, glad youse kooks gots some.
Merde De Glace On the Freak When Ski
>>>200 cm Black Bamboo Sidewalled DPS Lotus 120 : Best Skis Ever <<<
Buster, I think it's only fair to return the favor with a TR of the family gather...
OK.
Snugged deep down in napland, the Nub was gently brought to the surface by daddy's appearance. "Mommy" was the whispered response, canonical and expected.
After some blissful faceplanting in mommys boobs, the Nub was ready to roll.
Ms. Highman had spent the morning and afternoon prepping some luscious snaquage such as a wild blackberry and cherry clafoutis, an onion tart and a wild blackberry and apple pie. Delicate winds of the desert wafted these culinary jewels into the back of the trusty station wagon and the caravan made ready for the loading of the troops.
Little Tidder-Tudd was also freshly remove from the tit and bubbling and drooling with elan. In all her flirtatiousness, she was ready to be packed as well.
The Highmens Senior were in tow and with a flotilla of 6 people in 2 cars, the armada was marshalled out of the estancia, headed into the sun to find a surburban barbeque.
The motor part of the trip passed without incident.
Upon arrival, I armed myself with handfuls of children and food. With these guards, I was able to thread my way to the picnic table in the backyard without being pecked by the lint picking grandmas and in laws.
The meatalanche danger was high. I made several runs past the grill, timing my passage so that the sloughs of burnt cow had passed and I succeeded in several times running the gauntlet without incident. One time, a steaming bun was pressed toward me, but I ducked behind an allergy and avoided contact.
It was close.
They had nothing but thin beer, box wine, deviled eggs and droning chatter about church, jobs and the weather.
I nearly died, but I made it back to le chaqteau for some scotch and kickball with the Nub and a bit more drool from Tidder.
All is well.
Merde De Glace On the Freak When Ski
>>>200 cm Black Bamboo Sidewalled DPS Lotus 120 : Best Skis Ever <<<
Well played. Thank you.
I skied it on Sunday with slowboarder Pete.
We parked in the Hairpin lot and rallied the 30 minute ridge trail to the top of Dege. After a break for safety, Pete, not wanting the pressure of the first run in front of about 10 kooks from turnsallyear.com, offered me the first run. I chose the line skiers left of the rock was about 8 feet wide at the choke. Kicked loose a couple of snow snakes in the middle, but none poisonous... after that it was wide open!!! Really feels good to get out over the front of 'em.
Back at the car, it was decided over a tall-boy, that we would drive up to Sunrise and hike up from there to look at Huckelberry Basin. We decided on a line farthest to the right that required a small scramble to get into. It was sweet!!! We lunched on a rock at the top of the run, underneath the cliffs of Antler Peak (most amazing turkey sandwich I ever had), then skied about 900 feet to the floor of the basin. We thought about just booting it back up the way we came, but decided to traverse/scramble/traverse West from there under some other awe-inspiring peak (forget which one) and into Sourdough Basin. With some clouds around, we we'ren't sure if we'd have time for a third, so we decided two was enough. I got a bunch of pics, but won't be able to get them posted for a while.
edit: can't get the pics to link up...
anyway here are some of me on the second page here... http://community.webshots.com/album/157280089vwnhbZ/1
Next?
Last edited by tibaher; 06-28-2004 at 09:48 PM.
nice work. sorry you couldn't join us on saturday.
and next you ask? mt. hoody!
FWIW
From what I seen...
there are still lot's of fun lines in the Huckelberry and Sourdough Basin's. Some are more interesting than other's but some of it is holding up pretty well. Keep yer I's peeled for pics next week.
So how does one pronounce "Dege"?
Please respond ASAP, this is crucial to the barstanding shit-talking thing that is my life.
Dege
Pron: (dedge)
as in :
don't tread ('ge) on me
sept
substitute a dge for the d sound
treadge on that YO!
hope this helps
Right on, Tibaher, thanks.
Now it's time to regale the young'uns with tales of my exploits on the dedge!
I'm sure they can't wait.
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