(a bit late and after a long absence- my current job no longer allows TGR)
Another year, another jib camp. I have come to learn that the thing about jibbers is that I get older but they stay the same age; and what a 16 year old today is capable of is light years ahead of what a 16 year old 9 years ago, when I first started my annual pilgrimage to Whistler Blackcomb's Glacier Camps (first High North, then Momentum). Does it make me feel my age? Perhaps a bit, but its not all bad; indeed there is something to be said for the growing admiration I get from the park rats upon seeing a middle age guy hit the park, even if it is the same kind of amazement you and I would exhibit if we were to come across a pet dog that could put together a basic English sentence.
This was to be a special summer for me that only started in Momentum. Again between jobs, like when I first started this thread, Momentum Ski Camp was to be the first stop in a ski and bike sabbatical that would span 5 countries, and 4 continents, give me the opportunity to finally hit 100 snow days in a season and, more importantly, meet almost as many new friends or re-aquaint with old ones.
Maestro...
As it was the beginning of a long journey, early injury was to be avoided at all cost. I couldn't risk the high risk off axis multi rotation maneuvers I was working on in previous camps, and thus limited myself to "old man tricks" (at least I told myself it was a conscious part of a strategy and not old age induced caution.
Old man tricks meaning bonking short, low to the ground rails
Simple tricks off boxes
The pipe
And other simple jibs
Of course, as the old man at camp, I have the responsibility of bringing the old school style
That isn't to say I didn't hit the big 50 ft kickers, i just kept things simple
TBC...
PS, I don't know how a family wiener roast pick got attached but I can't seem to get rid of it.
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