Le Massive “Big Flake” Run
It had been over a week since our last shipment of the good stuff, and our supply was running REAL low.
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Needless to say, junkies that we are, all of us were already going out of our minds without a fix. Then on Thursday October 22, my source up in the Great White North informed me that a large quantity of “pixie dust” had just been delivered to The Massif direct from Siberia via a route that took it over the North Pole, and that the stuff was real good quality and the dealer was looking for some hungry “buyers”. On Friday October 23, I called my fellow junkies K.C. and Allen A. Taylor, and asked whether they’d be up for a real quick run to The Massif to get some big flake that could hold us over till we could get our next fix locally. They agreed, and by 9PM we were all in the car making a run for the border. I drove, Allen shot the last of his supply of rum and coke, and K.C. slept most of the way. At 2AM we pulled in to the dealer’s place, and saw far more “snow” than we could have possibly hoped for. At least 30 consolidated centimeters of “snow” blanketed the “grass”, which in our estimation was the result of between 40 and 60 cm of cold smoke that had been moved around and affected by the wind.
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We debated taking a snooze, but decided we didn’t drive all this way to sleep. Screw it… with this much “snow” on the ground, we were gonna party all night. Since I was the only one that knew the territory very well, I agreed to be the first runner, and make the 25-click journey around The Massif to go pick up Allen and K.C. at the end of their “trip”. As I drove away, they headed off hooting an hollering into the pitch black. Here’s K.C. “claiming it” and clearly strung out (sorry for the low quality of the pictures–the whole “no-light” thing didn’t lend itself to photographs.)
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K.C. thinking: “This hit of co-co-puff ain’t no fleece bunk”
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Apparently the dope-boy for this blow(er) was some guy named “Ullr”. I had heard some friends were gonna be having a party in his honor back stateside, and now it all made sense… He really did know how to deliver the fluff…
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After picking up Allen and K.C. we drove back to the top, where Allen and I decided to take another sniff of the fresh, while K.C. agreed to take the wheel and be the runner this time. Clicking in we set off into a raging blizzard. Here’s Allen doing a line of some boot deep October “yay”.
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11 Comments
Nic
wrote on October 25th, 2009 at 5:29 pmWow. So these were your tracks we saw. You guys are crazy making it overnight. We probably got over there right after you left cause we only saw quebec plates in the parking lot.
jumpin jimmy
wrote on October 25th, 2009 at 6:54 pmThat first picture of whoever jumping onto the patch of snow is sweet
cathy
wrote on October 25th, 2009 at 6:59 pmFools go where angels fear to tread!!! I love you all. I wish my knees were younger and ache free. In VT,in the rain, all I watched was a beaver making an awesome dam on BMD of all places. come see:-)
The Great White North Source
wrote on October 25th, 2009 at 9:13 pmI approve of TR!!!
The Source
Porter
wrote on October 25th, 2009 at 10:27 pmI find the goggle strap over KC’s hood truly remarkable!
K_C
wrote on October 26th, 2009 at 12:43 pm^^lots of remarkable things happen while skiing early season freshies in Canada at 2am…including reverting to gaper status without even realizing it
Greg
wrote on October 26th, 2009 at 1:11 pmStrange things also happen when you’re on drugs…
Porter
wrote on October 28th, 2009 at 9:34 pmI really can’t get over that goggle strap. I hope to see a Wasatch version coming to The Lodge soon.
The Sneak
wrote on October 31st, 2009 at 9:00 pmEPIC. Way to get after it.
Burka
wrote on November 6th, 2009 at 4:45 pmGreat post and I surely can relate. All you need is powder these days but judging from KC pupils all you got was some cut-up fluff…
-Burka
Jake L.
wrote on November 30th, 2009 at 7:01 pmHey guys! I tried getting this pic up a bit sooner, mid October skinning on Sugarloafs upper summit.