Its been a while

Stone Hut: The Adventures of Wolf Foot

No parking ban here

Its been a while since I last posted. In fact, after a few Scotch's, and failed Google searches, I had almost given up on even finding this Blog again. Alas, I found it, and now it is time to write. Stone Hut. Well, Stone Hut was fucking awesome. Our third year as the highest residents in the Greens proved to be the best so far. Just about every morning we awoke to several inches of snow- ranging from 4-14".

Ready for the week

I hiked up after work on the first night, Saturday, and was treated to the biggest dump of the week, 14 or so inches on Sunday morning.

Shock Therapy at 3550'

Having only my Freebird with me, I had adequate time to get to know my new splitboard, as I was too jazzed on puff snow to take the time to head to the truck and switch to a different board.

running on coffee

Back to the topic at Hand: the Stone Hut being rad. Due to poor planning, poor budgeting, and poor life decisions, I only had three of the seven days off. I skipped one night, and skinned up the other three. One night, I was halfway up Nosedive and was offered a ride by one of the Groomers. The issue was that I had only burned off half of my 4Loco. The other half was spent annoying the rest of the Stone Hut Gang while I cranked beers and made noise. Bed time comes early at Stone Hut, which I found out the hard way after my hikes.

Preseason Product Testing

This is not to say that we did not share in group revelry- it is simply to say that I was often too late to experience the finer parts of living on top of a mountain with no power, no running water, flowing alcohol, and good pals.

Matt practicing for the Dream Olympics

The week wasn't all 4Loco chuggin' and hot sauce snoozin'. We did a shit load of riding too, which brings me back to the snow. Last year, when the Stone Hut Gang officially re-formed, we did so amidst bitter cold temperatures and cruel winds. We saw no real accumulation last season during our 13 nights. With a reduced stay of only 7 nights, our hopes of slayin' blower and wavin' shakas was too reduced. For naught, though. Mornings at the Mansfield Spa treated us to heavy facials on all but two of the mornings. Bros and bras alike were stoked to the max.

No action shots, but lifestyles for days

After several months of riding chair, this new blanket provided our addled minds with respite from repetitive Standard runs and laps through the park. We spent a decent amount of time poking around the Notch, checking out some old favorites, and seeking out new ones.

My reward after a particularly interesting skin
Fresh of the Set of Harry and the Henderson's II: The Most Harry Henderson, Hoffman finds time to take a knee and open wide

While I didn't get to experience the Stone Hut with he same intimacy as I did last year, I had an even better time. Why? Because I am better at it. All of us were better at it. We brought less and expected more. We took advantage of warmer nights and better conditions. We hiked more. We drank less?

On top of it all

Ending the week with a tour to the Booger Fields

-Austin