Baldface lodge.
Shotgun has the best view, and you get a headset.The shredding was epic. I was rolling deep with talented industry types, but I'll spare you the name dropping. It was the trip you always dream about, and I was finally on it. The helicopter ride from Nelson up to the lodge was my first, and the terrain was beautiful.
It was the anniversary of Craig Kelly's death, and even though I never got a chance to meet him, he was definately there in spirit and still held in high esteem among the guides, cooks, patrons, owners, etc... The experience was surreal and wonderful. I can't wait to go back.
Rolling back through the border, crossing from ultra mellow friendly Canada, back into the United States (Nazitown, USA) shouldn't have killed my stoke, but it did. The border guard gave us an hour long hard time. Searching for contraband we didnt' have, hoping to find drugs we had already smoked, eager to justify his detention of our group with some key discovery.
We're not dumb. Of course we're not going to smuggle drugs across the border. That is why we went to Cananda in the first place: personal freedom. After all the bullshit, we were allowed to pass with a warning about registering laptops and camera gear. Lame.
I followed the road around a tight bend and slammed at 40mph (60kph Canadian) into Bambi. The poor little fawn was uplifted from her paws and punted into a nearby ditch. Dead on impact. We stopped the car and I fell into hysterical laughter. I know it is no laughing matter. I had just killed a deer with the rental Tahoe, but couldn't shake the irony of being so free in Canada and so scrutinized in my own country.
Muzzey took the photo we headed back to Stevens Pass. I was a little less stoked. Sorry Bambi.
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