Board of America

Back in the hay when a young Sherm could be found spinning frontside off his toes at HCSC, he met another camper by the name Paul. Reunited on facebook, they form like Voltron. My mans wrote this blog....
-Sherm


Tahoe was Amazing

First impressions of serious terrain are so vivid for any East Coaster. I just took my first real trip out West to Lake Tahoe. I'd been to Keystone in Colorado when I was 15 or so and just beginning to really rip. Although it dumped and conditions amazing, they just don't have the caliber bowls, chutes and cliffs that other resorts and ranges out West have. I'd much rather ride lines off 'the bench' at Stowe after 8 inches than Keystone after 16". So for all intents and purposes, making the drive from nearby Tahoe City to the parking lot of Alpine Meadows and up that first chair to the summit on a bluebird, calm and 40 degree day - first day of sun coming off of ten straight days of storms - was remarkable. Lines, cliffs and and powder are everywhere. The imagination gets a little apoplectic. The possibilities are just staggering.

That first cornice launch will last forever. The moment before dropping into that pillow line consisting of a 5 foot drop into a 20 foot boost to 50 degree runout will always be that vivid and, well, breathtaking. The height of joy and disbelief when looking up at my tracks down the gnarliest of lines at Homewood's Quail face will always be with me, mouth gaped, heart pumping. The fear while being mid-air at Kirkwood, realizing the 15-20 foot drop I planned had suddenly turned into a 30-35 foot freefall to a less-than-optimal tracked out landing, always as sharp. The smile upon realizing my legs weren't broken and I would get to rip the next day at Sugarbowl, I wear it now.

Maybe it's time to leave NYC :)