Today I awoke yet again without the alarm. I looked out the window and saw the flakes falling. I grabbed my gear and got on the road as fast as I could. I pulled into the lot at bird around 7:15. The night pervious frozen pointed out that one of my scorecards didn't add up so I cruised into the meeting room to try and get the situation sorted out. Fortunately everybody was really cool and changed my score immediately and even apologized for the mistake.
I got in line for 8 am tram. The snow and wind were howling. When we got to the top patrol informed us that the control work on High Baldy wasn't quite complete and directed us to the warming hut. According to the start sheet I would be starting 9th today for the men. Given all the new snow I was really pleased with my start position.
Once patrol gave us the go-ahead we all started our way out to baldy for our inspection. I quickly remembered that hiking, full-face helmets and goggles aren't a good combination. I was fogged for my entire inspection. It was so foggy that we couldn't see the judges tent from the top and they in turn, couldn't see us. I found a nice line that cruised through a little chute then jumped a 10 footer after which I would sweep right over to a 25 into another chute. The bottom of the run had numerous small rocks/cliffs that were perfect for tricking. Just above those rocks was a 50 foot cliff that looked REALLY good. I skied below it and poled the landing. I sunk at least half my pole and decided I would hit it rather than the 25 into the chute. I skied through the little rock hits and they felt good. I tossed a 3 on the last one and it was smooth.
When I got to the tent they said the event had been postponed due to weather. The delay allowed for me to get 2 more runs through the area. Each time through I poled the landing of the big cliff and each time it got deeper. On my last inspection run I threw a front off one of the smaller rocks. I landed a little backseat, but new I could get it the next time. I then tossed another 3 at the end. The bored MCs sitting in the tent cheered my run.
At 11 the comp had been delayed yet again. About 15 minutes later they started to pull down the tents. About 20 minutes after that the sun came out and visibility was great the rest of the day. I was really frustrated knowing I had a great line and that my current score probably wasn't going to get me anywhere. The rest of the day I was pretty bummed. I went and skied park with meats and GT for awhile.
I decided to head back to the Tram base to see if I could get any news or info about what was going to happen. They weren't going to waste their weather day on the Nationals so I knew I was screwed. Raddam and Jane had heard through the grapevine that Silverfox would be the next days venue so we slipped on one last tram to look at the area before the day was over. I think I found something that might work, but I'll really need tomorrow's inspection run to solidify a line. Before I knew I was in the weather cut I thought about poaching my planned line for today across the hill during tomorrow's event (in clear view of the competition).
I skied to the bottom thinking I would be going home. When I went into the meeting room they had the cuts listed for Worlds. The lowest qualifying score in the weather cut was 26.8 (my score previous to adjustment). I moved up 3 spots due to frozens mathematical prowess. I was ecstatic. I now had to pay another $150, but I really wanted to ski again. This new snow is really going to change what goes down.
After the meeting they threw a huge party for all the athletes. I stuck around for the free food, but ended up having a few Redbulls and Vodka, only a few. I planned to bail after eating, but they began loading up the trams with sound and light systems. There was a DJ spinning in the middle. The plan was to have a rager at 9,500 with both trams side by side directly above the previous days venue. It was sick. I couldn't pass-up a chance to party in the tram. The DJ had a great mix and people were going crazy. If I had to hand-out scores for the judges dance moves I don't think they'd be pleased. About half way up the tram it became a giant hotbox. I don't how many people were burning, but it was out of control. The Snowbird official on-board made everybodfy open the windows and promise not to smoke anything on the ride down. If the tram arrived at the base smelling of reefer he would've been in serious trouble.
While the two trams were parked next to eachother people got crazy. I'm pretty sure I saw Ingrid Backstom and Jamie Burge's asses. Mooning was a popular pasttime. The people I was surrounded by were a "who's who" of freeskiing.
So I'm hanging around for one more day. Tomorrow I have a clean slate and really hope the weather cooperates. I still have the same rowdy attitude as last night. I hope I can find a line that will accomodate tomorrow morning.
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