Three dudes are sitting at the bar. There is a Russian - he is sitting there with a bottle of vodka. There is a Californian - he is sitting at the bar with 2 bottles of red wine. And there is a Montanan, he is sitting there with a 6 pack of Kokanee."We've got tons of vodka in Russia, " exclaims the Russian. He throws his bottle of Vodka in the air, whips out a gun, and blows it out of the sky."We've got tons of red wine in California," exclaims the Californian. He takes out a gun and blows red wine all over the motherfucking room.The Montanan takes out his gun and shoots the Californian."We've got plenty of Californians in Montana."

Sooo, I went to Montana for a week. I flew into Kalispell, northwest quadrant of the state (60 miles from the Canadian border) and my good pal, Jason Forrest and his dog, Missouri's Lucky 12 Gauge (real name) picked me up. From there we were off to the picturesque town of Whitefish, where Jason lives and one of the best resort in the state lies, Big Mountain, now known as Whitefish Mountain Resort (confused? me too!!!)

The above photos are from the finest eatery in Whitefish, the world famous, Bulldog Cafe. World Famous might be embellishing a little, but there tits and vaj's all over the mens bathroom. They also have a life size poster of Kevin Mchale in there. The womens bathroom is adorned with penises, dirty assholes, and other well hung men from the pages of playgirl. Oh yeah!! Let's get dirty!

The above photo of Jason is at the whitefish skatepark. This is the park where Nav's is doing the invert in our new catalog. The park is currently under 4 feet of snow. Looks sick, though.

But let's talk about why I really came. To shred the white wave. To plunder the powder. I slept on Jason's floor for 7 nights straight - it dumped pretty much everyday. Whitefish is a rad resort. It's as if you took 2 Sierra At Tahoe's and swung them together. Lots of open bowls, glade, really really tight tree's, a good park, an icy pipe, and some of the coolest folks you'll meet anywhere. People just down to shred. There isnt much a of a scene there outside of shredding, so that's what its all about. There is no fucking glitz like South Lake, no fucking pompous attitudes like Vail, no VD's like they've got in Whistler. The town doesnt look like some shitty comodified intrawest village (am I in South Lake, Mammoth, Vail, Whistler?? I dunno they all look the same). Whitefish Montana is an old west town. I saw a cop walk out of the police station with an ar-15 and ready the clip. He looked at me. I was dumbfounded.

Did i mention we rode shitloads of pow? Lots of really light pow. We drank lots of Kokanee! Did you know this is one of my favorite beers and tough to find in the states?? They call it Canadian Budweiser. I call it candy. I was supposed to bring some home, but a little scared to put a 12 pack in my checked luggage. Lori is now forcing me to find a place to buy this. She loves Kokanee too!

So that's it. One puddle jumper from Kalispell to Seattle. One Alaskan Airlines flight from Seattle to San Jose and I was home. Until the next adventure.....this is Bradley Jacob Oates signing off.