We left camp dark n early for another sunrise in the upper cirque. Alarm clock, cliff bar, safety meeting, frozen boots then strap on the ol headlamp… we’re off.

Fresh Manbearpig tracks.

I love this part.

The moooooon.

Then first tracks down the powder pipe!

3,000 feet of tube shredding just wasn’t enough so we took an old skinner up to the shoulder to add some more vertical.

Ohhh yess that looks just right. Non-stop goodness allll the way to the road. Open bowls to tight tree chutes then back to the halfpipe for miles. This woulda been prime footage for the POV cam but it’s out of order for now.

Through the gauntlet.

And ofcourse, the savage creek crossing.

Hitched a ride up to The Bird for some greasy french fries then made a casual jaunt back up to our home.

For yet another perfect Salt Lake sunset.

We’re doin somthin right.

Since I’m such a wise guy, I thought I’d put my freshly melted snow bottle in my jacket so it wouldn’t freeze. It ended up exploding all over my outerwear. Some quality time with the boot drier was in order if i didn’t want to be a popsicle in the morning.

Woke up after a mellow 10 hours in the toaster oven that is my sleeping bag and spent the day ripping all the Nicholas Muller-esque terrain features around camp.

Stashed the pack then spent hours shredding tree lines with a huge smile on my face till my legs couldn’t handle it anymore.

Do I really have to go back to “reality”? Guess so… school starts monday.

I’ll be back.