Loon Mountain, N.H. March 1998

During my last trip to Boston, Will and I took off for a day of snowboarding at Loon Mountain in New Hampshire. We had been on a quest for the perfect day for two years, but there was always some imperfection -- icy conditions, huge crowds, freezing weather... but since I moved to California, this was the only day of the entire year that Will and I got to ride together, and Lady Karma blessed us with a perfect day.

The temperature was almost 70 degrees -- shirtsleeve weather. The snow was soft but not slushy. We went on a weekday, and the rest of the world probably thought the mountains had already melted, so we had the place almost to ourselves. Amazing. We bought a little FunSavr camera to chronicle the day, and the shots are starting to roll in. The FunSavr doesn't take the best pictures in the world, but so what...

Scot: blow me down	Will: The absence of sound
Scot: Arriving by carrier pigeon	Scot: Monsters by Ankiewicz
Will: standin' on the verge of gettin' it on	Scot: low rider
Will: I am the master, the sky is my slave	Scot: low carve
Scot: floppy at dusk	Will: soul carve
Scot and Will