
green beer on St. Patty’s Day… cliche? -not if you’re drinking wildcat afterwards. uh. yeah. wildcat in a cozy cat/sled/chopper-access cabin outside of Nelson BC?! Pretty damn good deal.
Then…. go to sleep after partying with the coolest staff imaginable up here at Bald Face Cat Skiing Op. Pretend then that it snows about 6 or maybe 10 cm’s over night and you shred all day in untouched powder? i didn’t have to pretend today- that was my reality? ? I don’t know how i got so lucky. oh yeah–ride guide. stoked.
shred dog Tyson- killing it today.
left to right: Killer shred-tastic guide Joel Mcburnie extraordinaire, shred-dog I-go-huge-Tyeson Carmody, sir-stomps-a-lot Peter Velisek, star-fish Burks, his eyes are the color of beautiful “since you’ve met John”-Laing, I guide-while-I-slay cliffs-Ty Mills-extraordinaire, Angry Midget shredder-faceshotswithatripod-Mike-the-camera-MAN Benedek. WHAT A CREW!!! “let’s just find the rowdiest terrain we can and shred it.”, “ok”. This was below Ghostcycle today– but the cake was taken at Pacific Ocean. beach party?
this is truly a picture of a pig in shit.

“How bout a pizza and a …”
Well miss Burks it looks like you are truly killing it, congrats. It has been a long time since Newport Beach, if your ever in Portland and feel like getting a beer, hit me up.