The snow base out West is so upside down. We are now riding on a rain crust layer here in Utah, there are dirt patches everywhere over ten thousand feet-and it's warm, damn warm-and then it gets icy, really icy. The only way to explain it to others not out here, is to say ''it's like a really late spring season without the base."
Still, despite the dire straights of our stalled season, I do have hope. Am I and my friends depressed with the lack of white? Hell yes! It's too dangerous to hike out, there is not enough snow to farm-up jumps, you cannot get into the woods to hit jibs because of the Cambodian Landmines that lay two inches below the crust... but still, I have hope. Call me an idiot, I think the season is going to turn around for all of us. Until it does, here's to butters, ollies, 180's, bonking rocks and hauling ass through the slow zones to parking lot aprés.
*Avy footy passed on from Robert in JH. This recent slide down Pucker Face is a solid indicator that the snow's weak layers are not to be messed with-stay inside the gates.
Peaceful Keg Machine
The Low Life.