For me there is more than the rush of bombing down the hill, or the sinking feeling in your stomach when I leave the take off of a jump and I'm not sure where or if I am going to land. It's the quiet that I hear in the trees as the clouds roll in over the still frozen Earth that seems to be peacefully dreaming. In any other circumstance my thoughts would turn to hypothermia or trying to signal search and rescue, but with a board on my feet and a snickers in my pocket, I can't help but stop for a moment and just stare in wonder. It's like I'm on the top of the world at a time of the year when I shouldn't even be there. I've known people that have paid thousands of dollars for this experience and here it is in my back yard. It's in my blood, and I love it!!

The winters here can be long, cold, and even depressing. Thank heaven for snowboarding! I worked at The Canyons again this year. I told myself that I wasn't going to do it, but it was just too tempting. I love the mountains! So, until I can cough up the money to buy a pass, I will just keep working the system.

This is at the canyons on a sunny spring day. This is at the top of ninety-nine-ninety. Somehow my friend Andrew Let me convince him that it was a good idea to go to the top at the beginning of the day. I think it helped that we went up with a kid we met that was skiing with only one leg. He had lost it in an accident, so I guess we felt bad for him. That is until he raced down and waited twenty minutes for both of to work our way down. Later he informed us that he was part of the park city racing team.
He was insane!



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