Snowmadic

If you've ever packed up your vehicle and embarked on the quest for untouched periscope deep pow, you know where I'm coming from.

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Supposedly with absence the heart grows fonder... tragically I do not subscribe to that mode of thought.  Lacking any real terrain to ride, we gathered up the splitboards, dusted off the camping gear, and headed off to the backcountry with my favorite instigator of all things dangerous, the Fabulous Mr. Limm.  Despite melting stream crossings, rabid frying squirrels, and temperatures rivaling your broiler, our intrepid troop conquered and slayed all manor of beast, and geologic feature in our path.  Until next year!

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Is it already that time?  It seems like the season just started, yet here we are again bidding adieu to a friend that won't rejoin us for a long eight months.  Scamming an extra day off being it was my personal Good Friday, we skated in just ahead of the weather.  Three feet of fresh was there to be had in the AM and the regular suspects where in full attendance on closing weekend.  When all was said and done, turns where had, those not there were mad, and the POW made me super glad.  Until next year June Mountain, we will miss you!

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Just when you thought it was over you get 2' of fresh overnight and bluebird skies.  First day at The Wood in years and the welcome did not disappoint.  Recipe for a stellar pow weekend = massive Pacific depression, 1,000 mile all night drive, and enough coffee to wire North Dakota.  Note to self, stopping for groceries in the Franklin area of South Sac after midnight is a good way to loose your car and pickup a sweet case of herpes with a side of meth addiction.  Reprobates aside, Kirkwood was awesome for the North Face Masters and we survived to shred the gnar and tell the tale.

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Getting some!  St. Patties day was upon us like a fat man covered in honey being chased by mutant zombie bees.  From the onset car bombs and Pow fields where in full effect.  Though injuries and fatigue where ubiquitous, TGA laid down the law and claimed fresh lines from one side of Whistler to the other.  At the end of the day we wrapped another fine excursion to BC and everybody involved survived... mostly...

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With a break in the wind, the sun decided to come to the party.  Epic lines (pow and people) greeted Team Get Awesome on this stellar day and we did not show fear.  Despite the crowds we still found the goods and at the end of the day everyone was still in one piece. 

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Shredded out and about! Capt'n America, gapers and grandeur galore.  Pushing for Creek-Walking's inclusion in the 2014 Olympics, Lounge seems to have a major affinity for the liquid form of water in all its environs.  No alpine today, but that just leaves six feet of fresh for the taking tomorrow!  And remember, down is the direction Hector the Party Snail advocates.

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Arriving in British Columbia on a total whim, Ullr once again provided.  Though the Eastern Sierra was getting hammered, Team Get Awesome needed to be reunited for another epic week of shreducation for the masses.  With some noubs in tow, and the alpine closed, we headed out to conquer.

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Greeted by the rising sun reflecting off Mono Lake like a giant burning phoenix, our dynamic duo was ready to rally back to June Mountain and regale our compatriots with tales of daring and exploration.  With relatively recent snow fall, there was still goodness to be found provided one knows where to look.  At the end of our journey much had been enjoyed, but it was good to be home and June did not disappoint.

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Bidding Jackson adieu the journey west commenced.  Heading over Teton Pass the pull was strong to park the Suby and join the worshipers communing with Ullr and partaking in the plentiful abundance of uncut pow.  Alas it just wasn’t in the cards, so westward we continued.  From Wyoming to Idaho and Idaho to Nevada, after consumption of everything from petrol to gas station hors devours we crossed the border back into California.

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With the wisdom of the previous day’s masochism fresh on the mind, or more accurately my getaway sticks, it was decided that a nice little hour and a half deep freeze would help.  With the promise of fresh pow and limited wind, we arrived at the Tram building around 7:15 to find we were already two boxes deep.  The chill session didn’t help the lack of feeling in my legs, but the pow frenzy was in full effect and was beginning to cloud my senses like four shots of JD to the dome.  Ripping lines off the top straight to Sublette, Ullr did not disappoint.

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Searching for more intense ways to punish my legs for the crime of attachment to my body, it was decided a nice little split board mission from the base of Teton Village up into Granite Canyon drainage would do the trick nicely.  With the top of the mountain shutdown due to Ullr providing, it was also economically beneficial to retain our remaining lift tickets until the morn.  Always a pleasure trekking, this day did not disappoint, though the mountain did exact payment in the form of one of my Spark R&D crampons.

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Revenge of the midget snow yetis…. Well tragically it snowed again. Alas we must go ride pow!  Making the best of a good scenario the mountain was explored and lines where had.  After a leisurely morning we again ventured to the furtive grounds to the south and partook in the goodness.  With a little effort, and the knowhow, you too can be shredding untouched velvet.  Oh the sound… similar to a smooth glass of well-aged scotch and a side of rich mahogany.  More adventures await tomorrow, stay tuned!

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With the prior day’s lines fresh in our mind, we rejoined with our two planked companions to conquer another day of goodness in the Tetons.  With weather thwarting our plans to explore Granite Canyon, we setoff for No Name peak and No Name drainage via the shoulder of Cody Bowl.  Cautiously venturing into the great white unknown, our motley crew skinned up and glided down some stellar untouched lines.  Imagine laying an edge into flawless velvet while a little nome casts gilded snowflakes at your face...  Ok so maybe not that whimsical, but you get the picture.

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Revitalized with the promise of fresh pow, we braved the extended opening tram line and immediately struck out for some tasty couloirs spied in the sidecountry a couple days prior.  Joined by a couple two plankers quite familiar to Mr. Lim, our foursome laid down some solid lines and made it back to civilization with ear-to-ear smiles.  Thwarting danger and chaos every step of the way we returned to civilization unscathed.

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With the grand idea of taking a day to explore southern Yellowstone National Park on split boards, and possibly stumble upon a natural hot spring, our little merry band set out northward from Jackson.  It seemed our ever present friend Mr. Weather had other plans… encountering howling ground blizzards, whiteout driving conditions, and cranked out slednecks in their monster trucks mowing down everything in their path (Subaru’s included), we made the decision to turn back while still able and enjoy the hot springs in town (aka the Jackson Recreation Center).

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The settling of the storm snow has brought the possibility of exploring Teton National Park beyond the ski area boundaries.  Geared up for battle our intrepid duo headed out for adventure.  Met by snow ghosts and wayward pow fields looking for friends, we slayed and paid with a wee bit of hiking.

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Cold temps and sunny skies greeted our merry group with untracked goodness and the promise of snow.  There’s a lot to be said about visibility, it’s not overrated.  Though the promise of sight brings the sheep on mass.  Luckily Butch the avy dog was there to choral the noubs.