We did the quickest contest transfer last night from the wet and snowy wilds of the Tamarack, Idaho Grand Prix to the sunny springtime Squaw for the 48 straight event. The pipe at Tamarack was slightly less than desirable and slightly less then vert and slightly less than 22ft like it was supposed to be. But whatevers, in classic Tamarack fashion it puked five feet in three days, then got all wet and heavy, and the pipe got kind of soft so we almost forgot that the pipe was slightly sketchy...well, kinda..Go Green.
Gretchen decided that straight airs would be the safest exit out of the sketchy pipe and contest so she threw down some base slaps and roast beef stiffies before riding pow and getting ready for our powder 8 contest. I made finals and landed some mediocre contest runs and ended up swearing on the jumbotron, FU. At least we got this sweet pro-mo shot
Greg Goulet, no trip to the Idaho would be complete with out getting a couple of slashes with Greg Goulet, everyone knows this guy.
Okay so Tamarack was epic for pow slashes and good times, especially riding Greggy Goulet one of my oldest and most awesome friends and an Idaho staple, he owns this sweet skate shop in Boise called Prestige, go there, buy stuff and if you get the chance take some runs with greg at Bogus, he is the coolest and I wish I had more of him in my life....awwwwh shucks.
The Crew about to board our private plane.....
Somehow, someway we went from what felt like a private pow riding week in Idaho to sunny, warm squaw in a private plane complete with box sushi bento boxes from our private chefs Matty O and Ricter. Pretty awesome, even if I did have to sit in the servants quarters on the plane, aka the Cargo hold/flight attendant zone. That's what you get for being the last one on the plane.
This photo sucks but seeing as how Janks has always dreamt of being a runway dude, I had to allow you to look what happens when dreams come true.
Tightly packed and ready to die.
Little planes always bring about thoughts of plane crashes a la Buddy Holly and La Bamba, but it sure is nice not to take off your shoes, belts etc in the name of national "security" or turn off your cell phones for that matter.
Tommy in the Cockpit, seriously how fun is it to say cockpit .....mature I know.
So we were under the impression that we were in some mad rush to get to Tahoe for the event, to make sure we would get enough pipe time etc. But when we landed it was suddenly clear that we were rushing to Tahoe to partake in some of the party action that is beginning to define the whole 48 straight series. They try and pair up every event with tons of musical acts and so we went straight from the plane to the party, but ended up missing Dinosaur Jr which would have been epic. Instead we saw that band Pepper and listened to them talk about their cocks and say Motherfucker about a hundred million times in a tent with bad acoustics and $10 monster vodkas served in a keg cup, they should pay people to drink that shizzzz oh wait they do.
YIKES
Ricky Bower, Elijah Teter, Stu Soars, can you feel the VIP-Ness? Get it.....
It would be a complete disgrace to go from private planes to just regular concert tickets so here are the dudes showing off their VIP-Nesses. After Pepper we went and saw this Roots Reggae guy Pato Banton, I never listen to Reggae for a million reasons but I appreciate awesomeness and this guy was amazing. So fun even if a bunch of drunk ski town ding dongs with their jackets tied around their waists were touching me. Oh wait, I am supposed to be all one love which is good and all as long as we all have our personal space.......just sayin.
The view from our Condo, so nice to see the sun in Lake Tahoe
When we finally got up today, it was awesome to see the sun and to realize that the condo we checked into last night was situated ontop of Lake Tahoe, so beautiful and so nice to be in the warm sun and feel like spring is on it's way.
Tommy boy stuggling to adjust to the idea of sunshine.......
Squawally Wood here we come........Xoxoxo tricia
