Due to a serious lack of snow in Utah, Dylan and I hopped up North for a bit of classic Canadian adventuring. We threw a camper on the truck, loaded up the snowmobiles, and made our way to the land of good whisky and poutine. The truck landed in Revelstoke, BC just in time for stop #3 of the Freeskiing World Tour. Dylan’s last minute decision to enter the competition led to a quick removal of the tele bindings and addition of “training heels” in the Revelstoke parking lot.Our quaint little parking lot home
The original plan was to spend only one week in Revy, then head to a different resort. But, a delayed competition, serious dumpage of snow, and a little “knee to face” accident kept us here for over 2 weeks. Oh no….
The competition went well. The final run’s venue was one of the biggest, most badass, faces I have ever seen hold a competitive run. The skiing was jaw dropping. Major props to MSI, FsWT, and FrWT for putting on such an awe inspiring event. Here and there, I had bouts of regret for not entering the competition. But, all said and done, it was nice to be supportive of others and let go of all the self-induced stress. Athletes flying first class to the top of “Mac Daddy”, the finals venue.
After the comp we followed tradition by partying our faces off at The Last Drop. The next morning’s sun was accompanied by head scratches and the usual anticlimactic feelings of “what do we do next?” Dylan and I decided to stay in Revelstoke to do some skiing and brapppping with the Bomb Snow crew. Shooting photos of a little tree jibbing sesh
The snow was great, the sun was shining, everyone had a smile on their face, it was Friday the 13th (just sayin’)…. And I decided to not check the landing of a small drop. ooops. Knee to face, bluebird day gone, and a nice trip to a Canadian ER. Contrary to somewhat ignorant beliefs, healthcare is not free up here (but it is cheaper). The ER doc was nice enough to let Dylan help sew me up and let Meg photograph the whole procedure. I will spare the gruesome pics.12 stitches later, I am somewhat of a happy camper… no, not really.
Keep your eyes peeled for an edit from Revy, coming out as soon as I have another down day. For now, I am going to go eat some mashed potatoes, drink a beer out of a straw, and continue the healing process.
Healing includes skiing, right?