Jackson POW 12/30/07

All morning all I could think was, you’re blowing it. My last run yesterday was bottomless and with another foot forecasted overnight I found myself at the local shop, The Jackson Tree House, begging them to let me take my 166 of the shelf with the promise that Rossignol would send up a replacement.

It wasnt even January and I was walking to the lift carrying a 166 board I designed specifically for bombing Alaska peaks in April when I had a season of riding under my legs.

So it wasnt until I dropped off the cat track and into a steep chute and felt myself keep sinking to the point that I could no longer see that I realized I made the right call.
It was the deepest day I have had in years and judging from constant sound of locals sreaming at the top of there lungs it was clear this type of conditions is rare.

“My brother Todd enjoying 1 of 100 face shots for the day”

Speed was your friend because breaking was met with a fire hose of snow sprayed in your face and down your throat. Sometimes you would go so far under the snow that it would actually start to get dark. Some lines I found myself short of breath & spitting out wads of snow in between faceshots.

It was one of those rare days when you would search out any rock or lip, straightline toward it and pop as hard as you could with no concern of the how the landing was. My brother Steve must have been good this year because it was his birthday today and he got the million dollar gift.

Rumors of a high pressure are on the way. I can not wait to see what the backcountry looks like and it might be time to roll some film if the sun comes out.

“Eric Roner knows he is landing in deep POWDER….pic Todd Jones