Around this time of year there is a lot of reflecting on the winter that has just been put to rest. Recently in conversations with people from back home or friends in the area who I haven’t seen in a while, I find myself referring to the winter of 2012-2013 as another bust. A total of 326 inches (at Squaw which averages 450) this past season was less then the 355 that fell in the season that almost wasn’t in 2012. It’s easy to feel cheated when thinking about these two seasons but that’s a lot like feeling you got the shaft because you only got to hook-up with 3 varsity cheerleaders at some insane fantasy school where the average is 4 pairs of pom-poms on your bedroom floor. It’s really not that bad, especially when I remember that just 4 years ago I was still in school in Upstate New York and spent the majority of my winter on the frozen slopes of Southern Vermont. If I showed this edit to that former self and managed to utter a complaint about this past winter I would probably get a “are you fucking kidding me?” death stare and punch to the right hip (because this would be me punching me and I know how much it hurts when I get hit right hip).
So I am not going to complain about this the 2013 winter. In fact I’m going to be thankful that my first year with a snowmobile had a deep base for most of the season and not much fresh snow after that. I can only imagine how many tree wells would have provided a nice resting spot for my sled and it’s eager to learn but thoroughly incompetent pilot. It was considered an ideal winter by experienced slednecks yet I still managed to send my sled tomahawking down a 1,500ft chute which will be hard to dethrone as the most vivid, adrenaline filled moment of life.
Oh yeah and the days at Squaw in December, which I have no footage of, were by far the deepest of the season. I might even go as far as to say one of the deepest days I have ever had. (Anyone who opted for Far East on one of those mornings can back me up.)
I don’t think this past winter requires any more analysis, I could go on for a couple thousand words just describing the various new terrain I was fortunate enough to ride and probably write twice as much about the terrain I saw but never got the opportunity to shred. Just listen to the “bro-speak” interview at the beginning of the video. If you think I sound like an idiot you are not alone, I cringed through the entire editing experience.