Weekend Warrior: Mount Bachelor Snowboarding - Oregon Feb 2008

I love luring my friends into a downward spiraling, totally uncontrollable, addiction. Yes. I said it. And Michael Reeves is officially my latest cohort in the mind numbing, addictive world of Skiing. Yes, I still have not gotten him off those stupid sticks and onto the more evolved form of snow surfing...But I will! First step first. Even still, I am here to report that I have successfully lured another unsuspecting victim into the skiing world.

It just so happened that Reeves parents had a place in Redmond, Oregon. But Michael had never been out there in the winter. Go figure. And with Mount Hood and Mount Bachelor within driving distance...Blashpemy! But we remedied that right quick.

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No trip log this time. The pictures speak for themselves.
Mt Bachelor Website to get more info on the mountain.

This was my first taste of true powder. The first few dasy were unseasonably warm. We were sweating on the mountain. But then, our patience was rewarded. And Ullr, The Norse God of Snow, Looked down upon the yankee from Jersey and the good ol boy from Georgia... and Blessed us with POWDER.

*Note: This was actually a 5 day trip that also included a trip to Mt Hood, but ca definately be done in a two day weekend; a three day for sure.

Days 1 and 2 looked like this. Warm weather. Sunny. Smooth crusing all day long.

Then on Day 3... We got POWDER.

Man. It was fluffy and plentiful.

Reeves loving the powder. He is now, officially, addicted!

Can't you tell by his face. Lol

Ok. The guy is coming down behind me. And he sees me sitting right by a little jump. So he thinks... this guy is just siting down. I'm gonna do this little jump. But he didn't hear me say...Wooooaaah. Cliff! So he rushes by me and by the time he realizes that this little jump is an 8 foot tall cliff... it's too late.

Man. He landed like Evil Keneivel. POW. Popped out of his skis, spun around, and looked up at me like...Wow. That was high.

After I realized he hadn't broken both of his knees or ankles, I proceeded to laugh about as loud as I did all weekend long. (That is, until I heard the Taser Dog story.)


"Some ppl have all the fun. I like to call those ppl, the Snowboarders."

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