#FreeskierWeek hits the snow at Timberline, Mt. Hood; see the video here
Video: Recapping our first day on-hill at #FreeskierWeek
Today, we hit the snow. Rumors yesterday suggested Windells’ terrain park setup was going to impress, and that it did.
After munching breakfast on campus, packing bag lunches, driving through some fog and rain, and ultimately climbing in elevation to the point where we broke through the clouds and into the blue, we loaded up the lifts and ascended Timberline. One lift, two lift, three lift, and down we skied to Windells’ lane, where we were greeted by a plethora of jibs and jumps; our guest pros, along with coaches and rambunctious campers, were quick to get after the goods.
A morning’s worth of blue skies and sunshine gave way to clouds, and later, to dense fog and strong winds. While many folks opted to ditch the hill and head for the famed Windells skatepark, our crew stuck around to make some proverbial lemonade. Fostvedt led the charge, determined not to leave until the lifts stopped turning. We were joined by the likes of Magnus Granér and Kieran McVeigh.
After a quick regroup at the “guest house,” as it’s known, we enjoyed dinner at the Skyway restaurant off highway 26. Pulled pork. Mac n’ cheese. Beer. Happiness.
And later, we dropped by the Windells campus to host a piñata smashing contest, with swag galore to present to a handful of lucky winners.
We’re back at the house now, having bid farewell to the campers—most of whom made their way to the indoor skate/BMX/trampoline facility, dubbed B.O.B, to close out their day. Here at our digs—quite a nice spot, I might add—ongoing activities include dice and beer pong. I think Christensen is winning on the dice front. Herman and I ain’t doing so hot in the beer pong department. Face tattoos for the losers. We’re cool with that.
I’m looking forward to another day on-snow tomorrow, despite an iffy weather forecast. For now, drop into the video above, shot with the GoPro Hero 3+, and you’ll catch a glimpse of today’s action. Pretty raw, again—no music, no titles, no fancy transitions. Ain’t nobody got time fo’ that.