Recently broken down sleds resulted in us towing out some buddies out to a common snowmobile zone. With a large crew of 10 it was a mission to get everyone out there. Once there we found that Brundage had dropped a cat down the traditional snowmobile route. What ensued was a gnarly session of some gnarly vertical and lines that we hadn't really thought about before. Everyday my eyes open to new possibilities and new potential places to shred. That's the
good part. On the way home we were stacked up going down the trail and Tj ended up running into Tristan who was in front of him.
(BAD) Tj avoided his sled but ended up catching his pinky finger on Tristan's board rack and the collision resulted in Tj having a severely broken finger as well as Tristan having a broken rack.
(UGLY) This all happened about 3 miles, from the cars, which I guess is a lucky thing. You never know, in the backcountry a good day can go really bad, really fast.
Ian McLaren sending it off the main cliffs
Seth opting for the channel gap
I want to hit that
Cam dropping the shoulder, while Seth looks on from above
Cam Holt
Lower Rock
Dylan Holt
Cam Holt
Cam off the finger
Off the rock, sick double line
Ian in the chute
Tj Wilcomb airing down
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