Ok, I know you're all over hearing about the opening day at Wolf Creek. But, I'm gonna have to go ahead and tell you about our little panic mish. So wedsday night, me, guch and Rice are sitting around my house talking about heading down. Rice goes home and 20 minutes later has tickets booked for all three of us. What a guy. Lance, John Makens and Chuck T. all catch wind and join the crew.
Willie, Chuckle Berry Hound, and Guch.
We all head out to the Jackson airport to meet Makens in Salt Lake.
Rice and Chuckles.
The crew at the Airport pub. Guch, Willie, Chuck, Rice, Makens, Lance(photo guy)
When we arrive in Durango, the rental place was out of cars, so we got upgraded to a Hummer H3. Which actually is a pc. of shite. But does entitle us to about 9 "Baller Points". Oh, let me give a pc. of advice to rental car guy...When you air up the sidewalk to drop the car off, you pretty much give us the green light to wreck shop with this whip.
The whip.
We arrive at the Hotel kinda late and attempt to find drago's room via calling every room in the Hotel under "Pashley" at about 3am. People aren't very fond of this method. We couldnt find him, so we hit the slimey ass "warm" tub. The next day we wake up and meet Drago and his crew at what I'm gonna have to go ahead and call "the worst place to eat breakfast known to man" or "the malt shop" It was kinda like a trade show. Off to the hill.
We were giving Drago shit for riding a Salomon board. What a fag.
The riding was way fun. I was so pumped. Riding with my favorite people in the world. It was kinda surreal or "so real".
we really didn't get any riding shots. As Ranquet would say, "It was too good to film".
Chuck, John and me.
By the end of the day, every kid in town knew Rice was there. We made some friends that would later turn into our tour giudes of Durango.
One of our many tour guides
That night we go out. Meet some girls. Go back to their house. And proceed to scare them with our poor sense of humor. Within 10 minutes of arriving at their house, Rice is humping all 3 of their dogs and making them howl for a solid 20 minutes. I can't remember what else happened there, but it ended with, "Have a nice drive home guys".
On the way back to the hotel in Pagosa, we decide to start hitting garbage cans at 40 mph. Some dude had a hell of a time cleaning up his yard the next day. Sorry, but I quit drinking, so I have to entertain myself as designated driver somehow. Sorry brohanessburg.
Guch headed off the next day to go do some signing in Texas, what a baller. Rice, lance, John, Chuck and I head off for another day of shred. All the "alkies" were all hungover. Me, I had a weed hangover. Fun riding. I love riding with people who are way better than me, i.e. Lance and Rice.
So now it's Halloween party night and we have no costumes. UNTIL, we find out one of our new "insta bros" has aan online costume shop in his house. BOOYASNAPAGE!!!!
We riffle through all his merch to assemble the most random, undefined costumes of the century.
Lance. Quote from atleast 3 random chicks.(basically) " You are really creeping me out, but also turning me on". I could barely look at him
One of my 4 costumes for the night.
We raged. After the bars we head back to Joe Kelly's house to "make party".
I almost pissed and shit myself watching Rice's 3 hours of dancing solo for the party. I wish we had more photos and vid of the antics. But Lance just bought his gear and doesnt like jamming the cameras in people's faces yet.
To sum it up. This was one of the best trips I've ever taken. Good friends, made new friends. I'd like to thank Rice for the plane ticket and for firing baby powder into my eyes at point blank, all the Durango bros for a good time, Lance for all the photos and for paying the fee on the Hummer for "sticker removal", homey for all the costumes, all the girls we "coulda had" and Jesus Fucking Christ for all the good times ahead.
