here you escape from reality, whatever your snowbound dreams they’re all answered in the timeless secret hidden up above. outside is the mountain’s breath and the far cry of a kea’s call. here the forest hides a mystery, hidden atop its tall shoulders. steep fields of fresh powder and gnarly backcountry with the sickest narrow chutes that will make your dreams wet.

 

9/8/01 broken river  …as I glide my blade across virgin powder I am riding my dreams into reality, I am bringing the happiness of the land to my soul. find your soul in this wild land, come let one powder day blend into the next. searching for the plaintiff, the drug to open my mind. Days riding, one on the other, the experience builds like the layers of snow drifting in, blowing falling, silent white in the night. Above the trees there’s the powder bowls of allen’s basin, follow your dreams, become one with your board and then the mountains. ride on.

    

 

10/8/01 broken river

 another epic day’s riding at broken river. allen’s basin powder-filled bowls, fresh turns in sweet powder snow. what awesomeness takes you to this wilderness is the same spirit that rides with you down the mountain. the best snow, the most fun, the nicest turns in the backcountry a girl could ever dream of. Gazing out into the eastern ranges, the sun changing colours in the atmosphere to reflect the ways of the mountain gods. This world in its most awesome state. Snow covered peaks, views to heaven and back. A tired body and mind. it’s the freedom of being here and taking my riding to the next level. not all thoughts have to be poetic but its nice to express the epicness of the day.

 

     

11/8/01 broken river take 2

 you leave one fine river you come straight back. nothing compares to this place. the search for that wild powder turn into allen’s basin leads you straight back to the lodges in beech forest, to the sound of late evening snowflakes drifting in on a whisper of the night’s breath, falling silently through hairy moss branches in the kea green forests outside my bunkroom window. A hike uphill with a flat torch battery with the sound of the broken rivers joining below you, a hike up in the dark forest, snow crunching underfoot, the fresh layer freezing a muddy path to my footsteps, with the home light of lodges gently casting a looming snowlight to the backs of my retina. 

This fresh, warm mountain air is acclimatising my soul, seeping deeper and deeper the love of the mountains into my life. how could I ever leave this place? The addiction to smooth lines and my board gliding on soft fresh powder, turning my own tracks to the most fluid movement I can think of. When I drop in tomorrow, it will be a return to the blissful high that only nature can offer. The peace in silent snowboarding on the backcountry mountains.

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i'm seriously on that mountain tomorrow, with the weather all around me, in the snow, hiking to that dream, i wonder where i'll ever find it again, broken river brought so many dreams to me, standing on top of the world, the best feeling in my life, being so free and carefree and wanting nothing but the freedom of myself with my board and the powder gliding away beneath me, gliding on the powder, bringing the whole mountain spirit alive, turning and swimming in the white waves around me. you can open the other side of your brain but you can't forget the things your conscience hid from you.

 

      

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