34 hours worth of fun

That's what this Mt. Hood trip amounted too. In our quest to lay down snow tracks at least one day every month, these were our days for August. Actually it ended up being only a day on hill as the Maxican Von Marbod threw a stick in our snowboarding weekends front wheel as he got married on Sunday and our 3 day trip was going to be two this time.
Anyway we bailed SeaTown at 1PM on Friday and made it to Windells by 6. That gave Little Shit and Little Fucker four hours to amuse themselves everywhere and anywhere at the Disneyland for action sports kids. Then up to Govy to check in to the Huckleberry Inn where dude informs me that "yea, I see you reserved a room for two days but you see, we didn't write your name down for the next day and well...we are sold out of rooms. At least you got a room for tonight???!!!" Two kids in tow, 5 hours of driving under the belt and repeated "are we there yets" should of driven the city out of me, instead a "uh, alright then, we'll figure it out" came out. Dude was more surprised than I was of my response so offered up free dinner for us the next day along with some complimentary Huck shakes. I was stoked with their solution and will stay there again for sure.
Hucks fuck up became a day saver for me later on and we got up in the morning and on the hill by 9, shredded High Cascade Snowboard Camps lap park all freaking day with Eastern Boarder friends, two of our Japanese distributors dudes, Krugmire, Mr. Stevens and our friends from the Banked Slalom, Hank Kennedy and dad Brian. Once the lap park shut down it was to the 18' almost super pipe for more laps till the Worlds Worst Dad pulled the rip cord and limped off the hill at 3 wishing he was smart enough to put a beer or 6 in the cooler.

Custom Produce bro's and Tackledbox readers Yashan and Moogie powered out some heavy ass Methometer readings for a couple laps with us.

It's sunny above the clouds? Yep.

A free dinner at Hucks, some street skating at HCSC then back down to finish the day off in Windells concrete and by 7:30PM I really pulled the plug and said fuck driving in the morning, we're doing the 205 mile journey home now...listening to Journey. For some reason they love that shit.By the time we got home at 11, the sunburn from not applying sunscreen had kicked in, Macs lips were Bubba Gumpish and when Mom opened the door the two little men that toughed it out in the car and complained not once about the 2nd degree burns that Mt. Hood had produced on their skin started crying hysterically. Too which, I once again own the tag of...WORLDS WORST DAD. Fuck me, at least we had fun.

Thank you once again Preston and Ami at HCSC and Tim, Mary and Dave at Windells for letting us enjoy all your facilities have to offer.