Sunday – SOUL SHRED
8:30 am. Even my bleeding kidney can not stop me from getting to that continental breakfast.
10:00 am. I buy an air freshener for Brooke’s car, for I am the main reason that it smells. Brooke tells me she was awake for sunrise and I almost vomit at her very words.
10:30 am. We meet in the Conoco parking lot to head on our backcountry mission. I make new friends by trying to launch wasabi peas into the mouths of the Kirby Brothers. Eli Weiner explains to me his concept for a rap video featuring slow-mo footage of majestic birds synced up to meek-mill, I try and steal his idea. Timbro and I attempt to do the weakest human period ever in a “let’s go streaking through the green, are you with me!?” kind of effort.
11:00 am. 23 people including the Go Boarding crew, Jason Robinson, some of the K2 team and a host of Montana locals gather at a remote Montana turn-off. In celebration of one of A-rob’s favorite spots, we hike through pillow lines reminiscent of childhood daydreams.
12:00 pm. Lucas Debari scales up the untouched rock garden. Unsure of how to ride such massive terrain, I stand at the bottom and watch for a solid half hour. Shane Stalling finally turns the corner and arrives to the party. We now have 24 people. ”I didn’t see any puke on the trail so that’s a good sign!” I take a small bow. He wasn’t even talking to me.
12:00-3:00 pm. Like kids on a snow day, the entire crew ravages all the powder our collective legs can handle. Todd Kirby does a method so massive I consider never doing one again. J-rob looks at several cliff bands to which most of us thought impossible. He owns them. Complete silence sets in as Lucas Debari drops into a line across the ridge from the pillows. I imagine his experience with that cliff to be similar to the time I fell out of a roller coaster when I was 9.
3:00 pm. We hike to the top of the spot to hang A-rob’s board in a tree. A few words are spoken and smiles and high fives are had by all. All 24 poeple take a party lap to the right of the pillow line. I get my time to shine as a filmer as almost everyone else has put their gear away by now.
4:00 PM. We shred down to the car. Somewhere along they way the GoPro falls out of my backpack. I lose 40 clips of the sickest day ever. Whatever, RC is making a real edit.
5:00 pm: Hugs and stickers.
8:00 pm. Justin Rivera, Aaron Cardwell, Mike Tschauner and I convince a drunk college kid to do a belly flop into the hotel pool.