
While at Mustang Powder, for the first week it was nothing but snow. When it finally cleared up, I hadn't seen sun in three weeks. The sun light was foreign to me. It was beautiful. I was with the guys from MSP at this time and we didn't expect the sun to be out. It was a funny scene as we were all trying to figure out what to do in a rush, running around like little kids in a candy store trying a bit of everything before we found the good stuff.

We spent long days and nights looking and building for the picture perfect jumps, lines, and powder. Often riding home to our cabin on our sleds late would allow us to take a moment to relax and enjoy our surroundings.

This day was epic. We found a zone where Abma, Rory, Pettit, and myself could all shred at least three lines each. It was super fun sitting at the bottom and watching everything go down.

I would call Sean little, but he has out grown me. It was rad to ski with him and watch how much he has progressed in the past couple of years. This kid is mind blowing.

Nate Nash was a pleasure to meet. He's one of the filmers for MSP.

The crew one sunny morning. I think we were all thinking the same thing...what are we going to do now that it's sunny? I don't know I guess we could get some lifestyle shots before finding lines.

One of our many scouting missions. It was our last day and the first day that we were allowed into the higher alpine terrain. It was epic up there and we found what we had been looking for the entire trip. From left to right...Nate Nash, Bushy, and Abma.

Boris wasn't allowed inside, but I would sneak him bits of my lunch whenever no one was looking. Not that he needed it, but at least I made a friend.

The trees of the notorious Retallack.

Orage Cat.

Sean Pettit getting some.

Sean and I had to drive from Retallack to Mustang Powder. Due to a man made avalanche that covered the road in 75 feet of snow, our 2 and half hour drive turned into a 10 hour drive. I've learned over the years to expect that while traveling in the interior B.C.

Leaving was kinda crazy. I felt like we were playing Russian Rullet while on the road. There was leftover avy debri everywhere and the roads were less than ideal.

With a lot of team work we got everyone out. Some of the guides were claiming that this was the biggest snow storm they had ever seen in this part of the interior.

Andy Mahre face shots off trees...BOY!








