Out here freezing my ass off in Killington VT. I guess it’s not much colder than CO has been in the past few weeks. But I just have a long standing grudge against the state of Vermont in general. It is the only place where I have actually witnessed ice blasted trees commit suicide. After riding pipe here for the past few days I’m a firm believer that iceskating halfpipe could turn out to be a credible sport in VT. The pipes got a good shape but its harder to hold an edge than it is for Slyvester Stallone to hold a conversation. Either way, I was able to put down a run in Semis and I’m stoked to send it even harder in finals tomorrow. Unfortunately, my good friend Broc slammed hard in his first run and ended up in the hospital with a concussion. Injuries always suck and I hope he has a lightning fast recovery. But the important thing now is that he’s comfortable, so I hope the docs are providing him with all the happy skittles his heart can desire and his liver can handle.
And of course, a Dew Tour wouldn’t be the same without Nike stoking us out with the most badass house in Killington. Thanks Uncle Phil!
not bad….
Modest livingroom
Andrew Mutty getting his relax on. This is my favorite room of the house. I’ve gotten into a little routine of hot tub-sauna-stretch, while listening to the Pandora yoga channel. Doesn’t get better than some japanese zen tunes to get the chi flowing right. 
Louie got his barber degree and started to hook me up with a fresh cut…
and Scotty came back from the Dew party to help out…
as did Driscoll, it was his first time cutting hair. Im now rocking a Ranaldo/Mohawk/Mullet/Euro do. It looks sick, I think Dave has a new career ahead of him.
