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“Set In Motion” Official Trailer
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Two Plank Productions Presents “Set In Motion” A Film By Corey Tibljas and Produced By Max Mancini on DVD and in Theaters September 2008 - Tickets and Show times coming soon! See twoplank.com for more information.
Summer is off to a great start. The weather has become hot and the valleys are green, but thoughts of winter are far from fleeting. It’s hard to reminisce about the experiences from this surreal season of incredible precipitation and not break a smile. Fueled by a yearning lustfulness for endless powder, skiers in the US logged more days this year then in many years passed. Copious amounts of snow blanketed our landscape and by May had transformed usually tricky terrain into rolling plumes of fluff. From the middle of November to the end of May the snow was more then sustainable, and at times implausible or phantasmal if you were where lucky enough to catch Mother Natures symbiotic bath at the right time.
(Photo: Max Mancini)
As the summer roles on and the Colorado mountains are still blanketed in sheets of snow, it is hard to imagine it’ll be snowing again in around 80 days (give or take). I understand how this realization may scare a few of you, either from the thought of cold weather or the unfortunate chaos that will inevitably strike when fall punctually arrives yet again. For now however it is hard no to bask in the brilliance of summer. With the mountains glimmering above and the bath waters of nature rushing through the valleys summer brings not only a time for ski boot bruised feet to heal in sandals, but a chance to interact with far less clothing. Just kidding, but none-the-less there is a certain vibe in the summer that allows us to live just a little more freely.
At the same time, I would like to take this time to praise those of you who have yet to give in to the rigors of summer and still have the memories of skiing ripe on your plate. For many the memory of skiing deep powder snow is what gets us through the summer, despite the countless other activities that summer brings. However, if you’re the kind of person who stands in the garage in the middle of July looking at some skis dreaming of your next symbiotic dance with nature then you are a skier at heart. There is an innate understanding among skiers and snowboarders alike that only those who have experienced a season like this past year can understand or relate to. You know you have experienced the ultimate when you ride as many days as you possibly can and even some that you shouldn’t have; yet un-provokingly yearn for another turn despite your bodies crying for a day off. It’s not a passion of desire it’s a passion of opportunistic ambition. Lets just hope the skies open and grace us with another season of epic proportions so that can experience natures greatness once more and share it with the poor bastards who missed it this year.
For those who make the sport of skiing what it is today and for those who follow the snow like Joseph Smith followed adjunct delusions, lets all hope for another great season. Without your support we would not be sitting here in July still thinking about the past winter. It takes a community to create the winter sports industry, but it only takes one winter for forget every thing else.
All the best and enjoy the summer.,
~T
(Photo: Ryan Walsh)
This past fall I have the opportunity to go on a photo shoot in Silverton, Colorado with the photographer Sven Brunso. We had some good conditions and the sun was out so we got some great stuff considering it was early in the season. The good news was that HEAD liked the shots and was looking for some marketing material. This is where it ended up. There are thirteen of these vehicles around the US and Canada which are being used for their marketing and sales representatives. There are three pictures, on the sides and back, that are all a little different but this will give you an idea of what to look for.
After the resorts close most people stop skiing. However this year the conditions are rather unique in Colorado. For instance, today we hiked to the top of a ridge and I took my probe out. Lets just say it is 260cm long, which is around eight feet and I could not hit the bottom. We should be skiing for a while if the mother of nature allows us. Here are a few pictures of lines and antics from the last few days.
I think I’m moving in.
Just your average ski lines for May.
The drop in, see the group 2000ft below..?
Ruby Chute. Its a lot longer then it looks…
Who’s next?
Max Mancini and his dislocated shoulder. Bad times!
Colin, Seaton, Yo, y Thatcher
Seaton and Thatcher testing their luck on wave runners apparently.
The Crew making a plan.
Spotting out lines on Daisy Pass
Two story cabin…
Full size home totally buried.
Phil tried to do some logging with the sled.
Colin “Dave” Mac.
Corey Tibljas with “Two Plank Productions”
Same cabin the next day…
Endless lines. If you can see it, you can ski it.
This Spyder was walking around on the snow at around 11,500 feet. Spyder, yes that’s how we spell it…
Not a bad view. This pine cone blew from about three miles away, because there are no trees above me at this point.
Yield to a lot of snow…
Claudia B. next to a huge avalanche debris pile from a thirty foot cornice.
Playing with nature… We opted not to ski in this area.
Our little friend Foxy watching us hit a huge backcountry hit. 
Brave little guy.
The closing of the season could not have come at a worse time this year, but it was for sure the best closing weekend in my memory. Skiing waste deep powder up until the closing day is a unique experience, however skiing down the mountain after the last on mountain party and not seeing one dirt patch or rock is unheard of. Here are a few pictures from the closing party of Vail. It was a good party to say the least, but too bad we had to shut down the lifts.
(The Gore Range Still Covered in Snow on closing day.)
(Whitney and Mark, Looking great is what skiing is all about…) 
(Ryan and the costume of the day.) 
(Ryan getting the look from the cops… Curious!) 
(4@4)
(Last run of the resort season.)
Here is a clip from two days of shooting in Lenzerhide and Davos, Switzerland. The snow was very thin in Europe this year so I had to remain a little tentative, but we still found pockets of fluff. This is just the start, but you will see the rest in Two Plank Productions video “Set In Motion” this fall.
Two days in Switzerland 2008…
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ST. Anton, Austria — After leaving St. Moritz, Ch we boarded a train to St. Anton, Austria where we were greeted by the Tourism office and sunny skies. We arrived late in the afternoon so we spent the day walking around the beautiful town taking pictures and time-laps video. We had a cultural experience at the Wellness Center, where the Austrians displayed their comforts with nudity, then got some dinner and exhausted from travel and activity we went to bed early but awoke to a blizzard.
We got dressed for skiing, but after walking only a few hundred meters to the store down the street, my cloths were soaked from the heavy wet snow falling at an incredible rate. I went to the lift office to learn that the mountain would not be opening up top so we spent the morning enjoying our Bed & Breakfasts called the The spread of food was amazing with fresh roles, cheeses, meats, pastries, coffee, and other delicious goodies. The spring like morning did not yield great skiing conditions or visibility so we stayed low on the mountain and played around on a few small features that a group of snowboarders had created and took it easy as we watched the snow accumulate.
We met some locals as we walked off the hill and they told us about a party that was taking place that evening. The theme was a beach party, although ironically the snow was falling the hardest it had in months in St. Anton. We got ready with a slight level of trepidation because the guys we spoke to said it would be a little crazy. When we walked in there was no sing of normality considering it was a blizzard outside. Everyone was wearing bathing suits, bikinis, hula-skirts, etc. In one corner there were two blow-up kiddy pools filled with water and people candidly frolicking about. As the night drew longer the bar gradually became one big water fight and about two inches of free standing water covered the floor. Corey and I sat back in amusement and watched as the locals completely drenched themselves, only to walk home wet in a blizzard.
The next morning however 65cm of snow had accumulated. I sat in line waiting for the mountain to open, but due to the conditions it took a long time. However, when it did there was ample snow given that most European skiers stay on the groomed trails. For two days Corey and I skied fresh snow, but only on the lower two thirds of the mountain. So much snow had fallen the patrol never popped the top of the mountains where the good terrain is, but we still had a great time.
St. Moritz – We got off the train and our ride was waiting for us. The 1950 Rolls-Royce was glimmering in the early evening light with a bottle of Crystal and crystal glasses waiting inside. Our driver, wearing a tuxedo with white gloves had the doors open and was ready for our arrival. The chauffeur brought us to our accommodations where….. Ha ha, just kidding! However, St. Moritz does put out this vibe and there actually was Phantom I and II Rolls waiting for people at the train station. We however walked to our accommodations through the streets passing Parada, Versace, Gucci, etc. on our way. We knew we were in a unique place just from our past understanding of the St, Moritz stigma, but our frivolousness was trumped when we looked at a few menus on the street. 30 Euro salads and 65 Euro pork chops were a little out of out budget, but looking around at the huge valley made us feel right at home.
Lucky for us, our gear was in the VW Tourage Tom Winter was driving with the Liberty boys so we did not have to drag it around. While Corey Tibljas, Derek Taylor, and I took the train from Davos the others found out lodging in a small village just down the valley called Samedan. It’s a small town set complacently in the hills with coble stone streets, many churches from the turn of the century, but not much else. This place gave us some time to hang out and relax without worry as our bodies and minds were ready for some R&R because David got us all sick… St. Moritz is a place of opulence and status and by no means the place Swedish, British college students go to party. The skiing however is off the hook, but the valley is larger then most in the Alps. We skied at a place about ten minutes away from down town St. Moritz called Corvatsch. The snow could have been better, but the options for skiing are rampant and easy to access. Today we said good bye to Derek who is taking off to the States, and tomorrow Corey and I get on a train to St. Anton, Austria while Tom goes to La Grave, and the two hobos take off for an adventure in Italy.
Lenzerhide, CH – I flew from Oslo, Norway to London’s Heathrow where I did the left-side-of-the-road shuffle around the busiest and in my opinion worst airport ever on my way to Zurich, Switzerland. In Zurich I boarded a train towards Lenzerhide with half the Swiss army who was returning back to duty after the Easter holiday. The kids, all about 18, were happy to see each other so they were heavy into their fermented beverages and snuff which made it a unique ride to say the least. They did not seem to mind sharing the train car with an American skier as they were eager to laugh and test their English while criticizing each others pronunciation as we shared stories and questions. When I arrived in Lenzerhide however I was a little ill-prepared as all I had to find our accommodations was an address and no phone number. Lenzerhide is not a big place, but it was Monday night and there was not a person around to ask directions. So, I was stuck dragging my bags around the village looking for building “14” for about two hours. Meanwhile, the snow had stared to fall but none-the-less I was excited to be walking after a few days of sitting on planes and trains. 
I awoke to catch up with the group which consisted of Tom Winter, Derek Taylor, Corey Tibljas, David Lesh, and Alex Norton and then proceed to the hill. The mountain was empty, and we had the 30cm of fresh snow to ourselves. Only one lift was open due to the visibility, but we lapped the T-bar until we were wet from the falling snow. That night things got interesting however. We took a venture to the local watering hole called the Slalom bar, but shockingly we were the only ones there aside from one infamous local. For all intensive purposes I could explain the night in great detail, but I’ll just sum it up with a game called Neglin, for which the hammer ended up I the fire, loud music, shots, and the bar lit on fire… This was a night to remember and we met our “ski professional” for the next day. 
Anyone knows it is always better to have a local show you around a mountain, but we found “this guy,” who still smelled like booze and sweet from the night before. Theo, our local guide showed us around the resort but had a different idea of skiing. He was conscientious for mountain safety, yet his assiduousness for being the omniscient professional was refreshing. The level of skiing we were looking for was a little different, but we still found a few zones with 2500ft chutes. With 20 horses in his stables, Theo was a great guide and set the trip off on the right note. Laughter! We continued on our adventure that afternoon and boarded a bus headed for Davos. 
TipTop, Norway – Precariously perched on top of a line that has never been skied before, yet looms over the entire Tamok Valley I listen to radio chatter from the background grumbling through the radio in my pocket. After looking at digital photos of the line over and over I give the others the sign that I am ready. Over the radio I hear a bunch of gibberish in Finish and then, “rider ready in five seconds.”I took one look back at my brother who had been studying the line with me for a few days. I got the unspoken almost telepathic look of encouragement or approval then grabbed through my jacket to grasp my radio and said, “Dropping.” As I pushed forward the ground dropped away until there was nothing in my view except the snow under my ski tips and the waiting group and helicopter 4000 vertical feet below me. I pensively took my first turn at the top of the run in order to test the unpredictable snow conditions and take a look further into the top of the 55 degree line to make sure I was dropping in on the correct part of the massive face. If I were to make a wrong turn there was10 to 100 meter cliffs awaiting my arrival. This made me a little apprehensive at first, however as I skied further and further I found that our patients and scouting of the line had been correct. The snow was perfect, the light was bright, and the line was a lot bigger than I expected. In my mind I was thinking about each turn and the features I was using as land marks where I needed to turn to avoid eminent death, but they just seemed to be further and further away. The line was big in the photos as well as from the helicopter flying up, but to put it into perspective this was like skiing all of Snowbird and a half in one continuous face. I have never experienced such an immense mountain and found it daunting to be able to link full speed GS sized turns down the face between features that were the size of large buildings. After reaching a crux in the slope I looked behind me to make sure I had not started an avalanche, that at this point would have been chasing me right to where I was turning which was the only clean line through the slope and led right off a 30 meter cliff. The couloir in the middle of the slope was wider then I expected, however only two meters across was lined with large cliffs on both side. Pealing out of the couloir I looked behind me to see my sluff just as it cascaded through the couloir and off the cliff that I had fearfully skied around. However, at this point I had made it down the most extreme part of the slope, but ended up coming over a role and spotting a large gully that I had not anticipated in my line choice. I creamed into the upside of the gully at full speed and came out rolling head over heals with a broken pole, broken ski, but a smile on my face to walking away safe. I was sad to end such an extreme line by crashing at the bottom in the flats, but the group watching at the bottom was stoked to witness the event and got a good show out of the ending. The rest of the day was equally as epic…
Tamok, Norway – After many cups of coffee and some Finish style oatmeal for breakfast the anticipation started building. Outside the window the pilot is taking off the bird (Polly’s) pajamas as we got our gear together, change radio batteries, check beacons, pack a lunch and prepared for the day. With three or four languages being spoken all around me, I tune out most of the gibberish and concentrate on my elation. With Bob Marley playing on the stereo, the leader of the group reads off group orders for take off and pick up. Our group was first today, so I knew it was time to get outside as I could see the pilot topping off Polly’s tanks with Jet-A silhouetted against a pristine blue sky.My excitement was hard to contain as I ponder the reality of this situation. All around me people from different nations prepare and ponder, but everyone here has a different goal. Some are new to the big mountains riding scene and are here to gain some fruitful experience, while others have already set first descent lines off peaks like Denali, Robson, and other in Russia and Alaska. It did not matter what I was there for, but the fact that I was putting on my ski boots 6000 miles from home was enough to give me goose bumps. Knowing that we are flying a helicopter in an area of the world that helicopters have never been flown in before is special, but the area itself is beautiful enough to make you confess your sins. However, the conditions were an encumbrance for concern with no way to describe it aside from dust on crust. As you may have read in my first post from this trip, the weather in this are is very extreme and I was wrong about the worm temperatures. While we were in Oslo and Trumso for the days before we came to meet the group the weather was mild. Light snow and rain, but worm considering our geographic location. However, after the bad weather we had experienced the first few days the skies cleared and the heat left. Today it was -28C with a wind chill of about -34C. Therefore, all the worm weather and new snow that had fallen was more than frozen and the wind effected many slopes into a hard crust. However, this morning the wind died and left us with a few cm of fresh snow on top of the bullet proof crust. This was not the conditions any of us were hoping for, but the stability in the snowpack allowed us to ski some steeper and usually un-skiable lines. However, as I got ready I put on layer after layer to prepare for the landing at the top of a peak after not working to get there which is enough to shock your senses. With all my skin covered and gear locked down we walked out to the copter where the pilot Andreas was waiting with a smile on his face. We loaded our gear into the ski box mounted on the side of the skid as the turbine engine fired up. The blowers pushed hot air into the gears as the rotors started to spin. Ever so slowly the rotors gained speed as the turbine engine hits fire speed and the roar of the jet engine was drowned out by the spinning blades just above our heads. As we pensively climbed into the chopper the sound, vibration, and thunder of the displaced air above us created an eerie or almost supernatural ambiance in the cockpit. The pilot poked and adjusted buttons and levers as the blades built speed. Packed like desperate refugees into the back seat we struggle to buckle seatbelts and situate ourselves as the cockpit starts to bounce from the force of the spinning blades above. The door shuts and with an unspoken nod from the pilot we despite the physics of gravity lifted from the ground. 
Tamok, Norway, - March 19th, 2008- Due to adverse conditions, the helicopter arrived yesterday a day late and came with more bad weather. For those of you who know how a helicopter works, then you understand they do not work when there is bad visibility, high winds, or any other adverse factors. Therefore, much of the helicopter skiing experience is spent waiting for the optimum conditions to appear like kids waiting for Santa Clause on Christmas Eve. Many of us have spent our mornings glued to the windows watching the clouds pass and others have just sat and drank coffee talking about the weather.
Anyway, the week here in Norway has been anything but uneventful. With the amazing local crew ready for adventures on snowmobiles or ready to go skinning anywhere, there has been a lot of activity to say the least. The typical day has started with breakfast around 7:30, although I got up around 8:30 because there has been plenty of food and the coffee has been flowing all day. When people were done studying maps of the area and coming up with speculated answers on where we are allowed to go and where we all thought snow would be best, people have been splitting into groups to go on adventures looking for the best snow, ice climbing, building jumps, or whatever else our child-like imaginations could muster. My brother Onie and I made friends with the right crew, so the locals have been bringing us on small missions to explore areas far beyond the distance accessible with only the use of skins. Therefore we have had the local tour of an area that has never been explored from a freeskiers perspective. With so many unknown variables in such large terrain it is very comforting to have a gentleman who has lived and played in these mountains as a hunter and snowmobiler for his whole life. “Thank you Leif-Arne and the whole HUAS crew.”
Yesterday we did have the opportunity to pop Onie’s cherry in the helicopter. Yesterday we were able to get lifted to the top of one of the mountains above our camp and ski something that took us five hours of skinning the other day took six minutes in the heli. I have concluded, “Walking is over rated.” The best part of the day however was watching Onie’s face as the helicopter took off and the nose dropped forward. It was his first time in a helicopter so smiles full of effervescent elation filled his n use face. The feeling of taking off in a helicopter is rather unexplainable, but Onie’s face would be a good marketing took to any helicopter company.
Otherwise we are expecting great weather the next few days so things are looking great. The crew we are here with are all amazing people, although the Finish language is impossible to understand or even harder to try and speak. Therefore we do not know what is being said around us most of the time, but none-the-less we are having a great time and the next few days should be all time.
More to come…
Tamok Dalen, Norway –March 18th, 2008 – It took us four days of traveling in order to get to this remote location about 440k north of the Arctic Circle. We are in an area called the Tomok, Valley to meet an international group from nine different nations to compete in the second Arctix event. Last year I was here with people from seventeen different nations, as the only North American, for the first event ever to take place in this area. The event is unique in many ways give the people involved, however the format of the event is what makes it special. Using a helicopter to access mountains in an area where helicopters have never been flown due to government regulations, we are not only competing in an area that has never seen helicopter activity, aside from herding reindeer, but most the lines have never been skied. This year however things are different, with a few circumstances last year leading to the loss of a few major sponsors, organizer (Jarkko Hinttonin, from Finland) has been forced to slim the group to a select few.
The adventure is just now beginning, but for my brother Onie and I getting here was half the battle. After flying from Denver to New Jersey and then NJ to Oslo, we took a pit stop after flying for a crazy fun filled night. It was a Wednesday so our expectations for entertainment were low, but we managed to have a great time and experience the best of Oslo. Aside from the late night walking sex buffet, as come to find out Oslo has a slightly uncontrolled prostitution problem, we experienced Oslo after meeting a group of locals while sitting at a coffee shop having a twelve dollar beer. Other than the small bureaucratic issues of high costs and prostitution, Oslo is a city with a lot to offer and we found it to be very beautiful. The locals say it’s a bad representation of what Norway has to offer, however if you’re looking for a plethora of 7Eleven corner stores and a Burger King on every block then this is your place. Meanwhile, the art and history mixed in with modern architecture makes it very unique city even from a yanks perspective. Complacently set against a water front location and filled with parks displaying elaborate nude statues, Oslo is a place I would recommend to anyone in the summer, but with the rainy weather we encountered it was a challenge to our optimism.
From Oslo we flew to the northern town of Tromsø. To put it into perspective the northern most banks of Alaska are around 60? north, where Tromsø at around 71? north. One would assume being this far north it would entail extremely low temperatures, however much like last year, the weather is seemingly extreme but consistently above freezing. This is due to strong ocean currents that carry worm water from the Gulf, as well as a jet stream convergence above its costal range location. Some call it the Paris of the north with ample shopping and more pubs, bars, and coffee shops then a frat could crawl to even on the best of weekend benders. After spending the night and catching up on some sleep and re-acclimating ourselves to the time change, we met Aadne who is our local guide for the week. We drove east with him and his wife to the Tamok Valley.
Located far above Iceland and most of Greenland, we knew we were in a unique place after meeting Aadne’s father who has live here his whole life. The 73 year old man took our pictures and had us sign them, as we are the first Americans he has seen in the Valley. He told us stories of his childhood in the valley having to make laps skiing from one side to the other picking up mail. He made the 18 hour trip twice a week until the 1940’s when a road was added in order to access trade routes previously only accessible by water way. It was a surreal experience to hear him say we were the first Americans to this area, as I had been here last year which means I was the first American ever. However, this year to be pioneering a location like this with a great group and having my brother here made it pretty cool.
After going for a hike with Aadne, his son Jusi, and a couple local guys from the army, we found the conditions to be a lot like getting kicked in the balls. The views made up for variable snow, but it was great to be outside and enjoying this uncharted territory. As the group started to arrive throughout the evening we congregated in the local community building where we were all staying. All 24 of us in this large rec room/community center looked like it would be a junk show at first, but with Christmas carols playing in the background as we cooked our first meal my worries were alleviated. Tomorrow the helicopter arrives in the morning and the fun begins…
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Tahoe, CA — Filming a commercial for SONY was like nothing I had ever experienced. Throughout my life I have been apart of many action sports productions, the filming of morning shows on local TV stations like RSN, as well as been apart of small commercial filming but this was unique in every way. Acting as a Stunt Man/Camera Man and Extra this was a great experience to get a glimpse of how real movie production must be. The company compiling the whole production was called Anonymous Content which is a large production company based in LA. I flew into Reno, NV where I was picked up by one of the production assistants who happened to be the most angelic and refreshing person I had met in a long time. We drove to the set located between Squaw Valley and Alpine Meadows called White Wolf. The parking lot was filled with a dozen or so trucks full of gear, cameras, and even a kitchen in a truck cooking up some of the best on set, side of a mountain food I have ever seen. The crew consisted of about 60 people with locals driving snowmobiles from the parking lots to set locations, crew setting up booms for cameras, lighting guys, camera operators, talent, directors, assistant directors, and their assistants too, production assistants, riggers, stunt men, grip, and behind the scene people making it all operate in some sort of LA organized cluster. I found myself waiting around a lot, but everyone said that’s the way it goes. Not only was I waiting for cameras to be available but also waiting to get an idea from the directors as to what I was supposed to capture. It was good to wait for the snow conditions to become ski-able as the weather was set to “perfect spring in the mountains.” It was 65F in the sun during the day followed by 14F at night, so needless to say the snow was firm and hard to work with, but it was so beautiful at the same time. None-the-less I was able to learn how to operate the cameras they had rigged for me and get the shots necessary. However it was a little disconcerting at one point after setting up camera gear in my backpack and drilling camera mounts in my skis, just before I took off to ski down this mountain face the camera operator looked at me and said, “no pressure, you only have a hundred and ten thousand dollars worth of gear strapped to you right now… Good luck!”
I was hired on to the project as a stunt skier; however at the directors meeting the first night they learned I was an avid skater as well having played hockey growing up. Therefore I was used in another day of the commercials filming where they dressed me up in Euro clothing and had me skating around the rink with a bunch of electronics sliding across the ice at my feet. It will be cool to see the final product because after seeing the process and then having a few drinks later that night with the graphic designers and learning how they have 32 people working on the production and creation of the commercial for the next six weeks, I will be interested to see how they can change everything. One of the graphic guys said “he may even make me look cool if I’m lucky.” All in all this was an experience to remember. When you see the commercial in a few months you may see me or may not. I have no idea what footage they will use, but anything that looks like me, or simulates an object falling down the mountain was me. Here are a few pictures, but none offer an idea of the real commotion taking place around me. I now know why they call it a production. Thank you to the crew for making this a great experience for me as well as the others involved. Sammy M. you’re the man for setting this all up.
(Hungry and Laying tracks) Crested Butte, CO – After the US Extremes a group of us stayed to enjoy the great conditions and do some filming. The group, including Aaron Estrada, Max Mancini, Paul Spinner, Seaton MacMilan, Corey Tibljas, and myself. The snow was great and the Crested Butte Resort was very accommodating. (Thank you to CBMR.) The snow was super duper with 14in new on the Monday after the event followed by a few blue bird days. With Chuck Norris jokes carrying us through the endeavor we found our way to many of lines we had been watching the past few days during the competition. None-the-less we laughed a lot and were pretty successful with our purpose of filming. After a few days on the resort Aaron and I spent a few days skinning around the mountains near town. We skied some great lines and were able to find some great snow, despite hot sunny weather the few days prior. However the following day I needed to leave for Aspen to compete in the Colorado Freeride Championships.
(Max tooting his whistle) (Corey doing work while Phill gets ready to drop in) (Black Canyon of The Gunnison) 
