Here's the haps since the last post, which was when I was at Baldface Lodge and it was FIRING. Thanks again Jeff Pensiero, Brad Schueffle, Colin Edwards, George Johnston, Scott Downing, Chris Wilmoth, Dave Graves, Emmet Klocker, Andrew Racine, Mike Dunlap, Desire Melancon and Jason Steris, you guys made that trip so rad. Anyway, since then this shits been happening making #FUCKYEA2016 a pretty damn good journey...
Apparently I "instill" knowledge into my kids. I thought it was "enable."
Jim Bob bailed on our Baldface trip and ended up with this. Torn Achilles tendon. Dumbass.Harry Leary is and more importantly what a "Leary" is. I was pumped to see him wanna follow me so I gave him a follow back. Mistake.
While back East, I saw the angle known as Leslie (in the middle) as well as my nephew Jack and sister in law Chris. This sando, by the way, takes the cake. Portuguese bread, cheese, tomato and butter, grilled. Money. Right coast food is the best food.
Milo's best bro from day two at birth, Big Franky Crap, stopped snowboarding and skating and is now Lil Frosty and he's in the Wrap Game. I mean rap game. Look him up on Soundcloud.
Sticks no longer a Stick by the looks of this picture. Dude, eat an apple once in a while would ya?
Apres ski in full effect.
Geoff the bear and Clay the pussy.
Art photo courtesy of Griff's Galaxy soft edge 6.5 camera phone.
Photo on this day...
True story, Griff needs to pour gas on the firewood to get a fire going.
Good times right here.
Just like we had 25 years ago, still doing the same shit that made us smile then except I had a pony tail.
Welcome to Big Bear, now go VAPE.
As you can tell from Mac's laxin position.
We went to So Cal thinking it would be sun and fun, but wound up getting weather and freshies.
Natasha and Chad on first chair at noon, to the top for a couple inches of dust on slush.
Griff photo. "Dude, look how sick that tree looks!" Click.
Milo with one of the hundred hand-plants he did during the week.
A-Griff among the mountains.
Super Soccer Mom Natasha helping out her poor son fix "next years" Broke Metal Bindings. Stick to making boards with wavy edges guys.
Yep, So Tits with the new new logo.
Gnar and T-Bird working one out.
Pretty much a dream crew. Chomlacks, Soultrains, Griff, Riley and us.
7 people, 9 boards, bags, computers and camera's all packed and stacked into a Nissan Quest.
The dudes all got shots on the daily recaps on Snowboarder Magazine online. Partly because of my relationship, but more because the boys made lemonade out of lemons. When all the prima donna's were hot tubing because the weather was less than cooperative, the boys worked the features over and over for the dozen or so photographers that were there to take photos and write stories about snowboarding, not hot tubing. It helps too that they wear colors to a photo shoot that show up in photos, where most kids showed up for a "photo shoot" dressed in all black. Having relationships with the cameramen and women also played a role. All part of the life lessons that snowboarding teaches you. It's not what you know, it's who you know.
Griff asked this dude that shot for Polish Productions to shoot him on the hip. I heard the guy tell him that Tail Fishes weren't gonna cut it.
Milo in the background, Matteo in the foreground.
Matteo and Justin Phipps.
Bear Mountain stole my shot. They're getting a bill.
Tons of product ready to ship over here already.
Pig, fat and cheese.
A chocolate balls filled with creme.
Dudes throwing my hat out of the window, down to George after lunch.
Modern construction methods.
30 second exposure.
Our casa on the left.
The Golden Ski.
Prickly green plant gnocci.
Baby cow, killed, hammered and fried.
Madesimo ski area.
Tram life with the Terje Haakonson of Colico.
Blue showed up for some cheese, milk and ice creme, as well as to make party. Early Man was playing.
The better half of Martino, Claudia.
Love this photo
"Oh hey there JERRY!"