Small cliff drop at Bruce Mound

These clips were taken with a video/camera phone, so they are really bad quality. But here they are, nevertheless. The first two are me (Goo), and the third is Eric.

On the mend

I'm healing up rather quickly. Went skiing today, the day after I had four things cut out of my mouth... and it went really well. I was planning on "taking it easy" today... but we ended up thrashing it like none other. It was like cliff drop mania all afternoon... pretty intense.

Yes, skiing today was amazing. Puffy cheeks and all.

All I want for Christmas are my Wisdom Teeth out... oh wait, Christmas is done, and I did lose my wisdom teeth

Yes, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone... I am currently celebrating with an icepack thingamajigger wrapped around my jaw. I know some people who have just been out of commission after their teeth got yanked, and I don't feel bad at all right now. Still a little numb, but that's not too bad. So I hope everyone is having a more interesting day than I!

Powder in Wisconsin

I can't believe it. There's powder in Wisconsin. This is insane!

Cell Phone

I am now a part of the cellularly connected hive-mind. But I have not yet joined the ranks of the texting zombies. It will take a lot of work to make me sink that low. But I have begun the downward spiral, that much is certain.

If you would like my number, you can email me (halogods@hotmail.com) and ask for it, as I am not in the habit of giving it out to the entire world via my blog.

Iron Cross Over the Barrel

From last season:

The Mingoo Duct Tape Spectacle

Extravaganza didn't fit well, so it's spectacle.

Mt. Aeneas, from school

Taken December 6th.

Taking Pictures at School

Home

I'm home from school, so if anyone wants to hang out... get a hold of me.

Photos

I should really take and post some more photographs... more like snapshots, according to Mr. Meurette.)

Es mucho Powdero, pero no esquiar, con espanol muy malo.

Big Mountain has been receiving rather substantial amounts of snow. I took off of work the whole last week that I would be in Montana before Christmas vacation, with the thought that I would ski every day. As it turns out, I was only able to ski the days of Saturday and Sunday.

Why? My car is currently on the injured reserve list. It started making very bad sounds and vibrations, so I took it in. Turns out the bearing that I noticed was going out two months ago is almost completely shot, and I cannot get it worked on until Friday (which is the day I will be departing). So a potential week chock full of skiing has been emptied down the drain due to mechanical difficulties. I'm wondering: is this a lesson that God is teaching me? I have thought a great deal about what my motivations in life are, what my true priorities are, and what is most important to me. I have given my entire life to God (in prayer), every aspect of it: my finances, my relationships, my sports, my career, my schooling... everything I have consciously been given up to him, and have followed it up with actions (Please see James, "faith without works is dead.") But, I have decided that skiing is a worthy pursuit and activity, and God has given me a passion for it, and I should pursue it. And yet, I am realizing, that even when I pursue that passion, I still must keep my eyes on what really matters. Is God trying to tell me that through this week? I've been consciously making decisions to do this, and yet, maybe I need more of a smack on the head. Hey, I just realized: I've told God that if ever he really wants me to do anything, he is going to need to beat me over the head otherwise I'm not going to get the hint. (Well, that specific prayer wasn't in the context of skiing... it was... another context... but a smack over the head is always nice.)

So yeah, lots of Pow on real mountains, no skiing for Goo. Phoey.

Life has begun...

...and skiing the mountains is tiring. I should be sleeping; instead, I'm probably going to stay up late and watch a movie. Smart, Goo, smart.

Life Begins....

... in just under 22 hours.

Life Begins...

...in 22 hours!

Life starts...

...in 25 hours!

Mere hours away...

I'm pretty much just ticking off the hours until Big Mtn. opens. I'm going to have to find a way to distract myself tomorrow.

Big Mountain

Big Mountain opens in 1 day, 19 hours, and 31 minutes.

Core Shot

This core shot, courtesy of Lake Louise. Lookout was a completely different story; I didn't even have to use my rock skis. It was so deep! MMM, Snow.

Big Mtn. opens in 2 days 15 hours and 59 minutes.

Updates

So I have been rather lax on updates lately.

In a nutshell:

Two Saturdays ago I skied on what was virtually a bed of rocks hidden by a few inches of snow up at Lake Louise in Alberta, Canada.

This past Sunday I skied a resort that was substantially smaller, but had powder that was almost waist deep. I didn't know how to ski it. But I learn fast.

Big Mountain opens in just 3 days, 10 hours, and 50 minutes!

MMM, skiing.

11 days

Until Big Mtn. opens!

Canada

Tomorrow I will be skiing in Canada. Tomorrow Lake Louise (the resort I will be at) is opening a load of terrain that hasn't been opened yet this year, so the snow should be amazzzzzing! 3,250 vertical feet, baby! OOH LA LA!

I'll be sure to post pictures once I'm back.

Frozen water crystals descend from the heavens, and yet it is dark out? Yes my friend, it is the nighttime.

Images from Big Mountain

Check out the newest picture of the day (updated since the last time I posted): click here. It's pretty sweet!

Some screenshots from the Big Mountain webcams:


Note the snow gun.

New Shot of the Day

New shot of the day up at bigmtn.com

Goo vs. Brent

Arm wrestling competition between Goo and Brent.




By Bubbs

Making Snow at Schweitzer

Snow getting made at Schweitzer Mountain. Schweitzer is about 4 hours from where I'm at, and I'm probably going to ski there sometime this winter (hopefully very soon). This photo courtesy of the Schweitzer website ;)

First Snow on the BSBI Campus

It's sticking


And it's sticking to the table


Snow


Josh, making snowballs.


Josh's snowball stuck to Justin's butt.


And the snow is sticking to the log.


More snow flying at night.


And the snow is sticking to the Grand Prix.


The morning after: lots of snow.


The path between the guys dorm and the main lodge.


Snow.


Snow, on the Grand Prix.


The Worm and the Grand Prix covered in snow.


The Grand Prix, snow covered.


The Worm, snow covered.


The road leading down to the lake.


The first snow by official BSBI rules the bowl (pictured above), white at 8 a.m. (This picture taken at 9.)


Untracked ramp.


Someone was here.


The view of the mountains.


Snow.


Looking towards Creston

The Worm and the Grand Prix, both still snow covered, and the lodge. Note: the snow is still flying.

Blacktail Mountain