The kind of snow that I have dreams about. Not a bit of wind. Millions and millions of flakes falling straight down. It was magical, for lack of a better word, . It snowed like that all night. I actually stopped and laid down on the slope, face up, and just watched the flakes falling. So awesome.
I found myself boarding like I have never boarded before, and I thought I knew how to snowboard. Boy was I was wrong.
It is hard to explain. My new board? Sure, a big reason no doubt. Rocker.... but there was more to it than that. Music? Yes, I was rocking out, perfect time and place to listen to some good tunes. What was I listening to? Seether's Rise Above This, Take Me To The River - Talking Heads, Some ACDC - Shoot to Thrill....those sort of tunes
My boots were looser than normal, I only tied them up half way. I had clear goggles. That helped.
Living life like there may be no tomorrow? Yes.
It was one run after another like I have never experienced. I was finding myself in the air, over and over. Popping every little cut. My skin was tingling, and I could not stop smiling, other than to shout to myself. WOW!!, Shit!!, Holy Shit!!. Things like that. Usually runs, that have been chopped up, give me a bit of trouble. Not so that night. Tore them bitches up. Found pockets of untouched pow. More Holy Shits. Time seemed to stand still. I had died and gone to heaven.

< --Dean Lords .... with me below...

Dave Bramwell


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