I ate some, and then some more

Well, yesterday was a powder day of some mammoth proportions....
So a buddy (who I fondly refer to as monkey man-due to the fact that he jumps on his board like a monkey) and I went riding yesterday on a morning right after a lovely nocturnal powder deposit. Yep well monkey man was jumping around like a happy mofo while I was trying to not eat snow (like a slush puppy).
Yeah, so while we were bombing down some run, I crossed monkey mans tracks and ate it, and then some with some more on top of that.
It would have been a yard sale (goggles, beanie and headphones) if I had not been wearing my hood. I bounced like a freakin pogo down the hill, head over ass over head over ass.
Had snow on the inside of my goggles (how the hell does that happen).

ANYWAYS, after an "OWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, that was REEEEEEEEALY sore!" I pulled myself towards myself and rode my happy ass down the hill and had a hot chocolate. Landed some jumps and then pulled another double at work.
SO tired last night, slept like that chick who ate the apple and slept for like 100 years and awoke to more snow falling from the heavens.

HALLELUJAH