Haines, AK day 2

Hot damn, wake up from one of the best night sleep ever an grab a couple a cups of hotel Folgers to start the day right. Get the van loaded and get driving our 30 miles out of town to the heli pad. Along the way spot a pair of eagles basking in the sun and figure that a rock thrown at their noggins would make a better picture that the standard eagle in the tree shot. Hook up with our guide Cody at 10AM after a quick breakfast and hear that the film groups have been flying since 7AM. Slackers but you know what, fuck the lighting and all that shit, we’re just doing runs. Hook up with the Billagong sales guy Andrew as he's up here to show Axels movie "Lines" in another day. He join's the group and makes a good 5th. Warm up run 1 was an ass squeezer as Brad and I took a “different” line around the cornice. Here he and I are, rolling around the back side of this fucking animal, corn baked snow, shits compressing and looking like it’s gonna break off an bury my ass at any second and it’s just me an Brad. The whole groups at the bottom, guide Codys asking us on the radio’s what the hell we’re doing and for us it’s hard to explain that I’m crapping my pants on the backside of what they just rode down. Brad throws me a tube of Vagisil, I throw it on my itchy pussy and finally make it down the hill. Run 2 is a lot easier for me than 1. Move to a new zone for runs 3-6. Run 4, once again Brad and I decide to grab new “different line” than the others. Same scenario as run 1 except Brads guinie piggin it after the guide and it’s twice as hairball. I come after him and at one point I see his hand marks in the snow, meaning he was freaking on all 4’s and I start to laugh my ass off at him, till I realize where I’m at and then proceed to freeze up. Brad talks me down the line of my snowboarding life and I feel like freaking Tom Burt with all the slough chasing me out the bottom. Gums ends up making us all look dumb as the dude is riding the same lines, really well and has like 3 days in this season. Finish the day with a team “Cody” chant and load the bird for the way back to drink some vitamin R’s. Al the heli pilot says, one more boys go get it and we end with a lucky seven runs for the day. I’m driving the van that Sean Dog’s heli operation uses and grab 10 and 2 to try to keep it between the white lines on the ride home. And here I sit with a shit eating grin typing this as today was a top 3 day of mine on a snowboard. Right next to the day I had in Valdez 13 years ago shitting my pants all the way Python, followed behind by the day in Arlburg with Hor Hey watching this avy destroy a valley Discovery Channel style.