Sledneck Shitstorm
Marius freaking out over the amount of sleds parked outside our hotel. President’s day weekend sees the town’s population go from under a hundred to about 2000 slednecks and shred crews.
The week started out in Salt Lake City, Utah at Marius Otterstad and Lexi Waite's house. I showed up late one night to an obsessive Guitar Hero session, which everyone incidentally sucked at. Marius, Jesse Fox, Bjorn along with filmer Trent Ludwig and I headed out into the Utah backcountry only to find some pretty crap-tastic snow conditions. Bjorn's a workhorse, so when he says the snow is beat, you know it is. We had a fun session on a large stone butter pad the next morning and then decided to pack our bags and load up the sleds and peace the hell out up to the literal end of the road, Cooke City, Montana.
3. Don’t be fooled, despite the catatonic stare and parapalegic rock stance, Marius can barely make it through a single song.
After rolling in at 2 a.m. we hit the sheets and awoke to a shitty blizzard. We made the most of the day and pounded out a sick jump.
8. Cooke City whip. I’m sure J.P. would have said “UUUHHHHHH”.
As far as the shredding went, we built at least two jumps a day and hit the shit out of 'em for the next week. Trench broke trail to pretty much every single zone we went to, ensuring exclusive shots on some jumps you've never seen before! The boys threw down some solid hammers, and never bitched once when I would say "Come on, just one more time! I got another angle that's banger!"
Jesse’s a drinking, fighting, gambling machine. Psyche! Actually, he was pretty bummed they don’t have Zima or salads in Cooke City.
Nighttime is interesting in a truly isolated town. Basically you have the choice of 3 places to eat at night: The bar down the street (which we rode our snowmobiles to), the "upscale" bistro that was slightly closer, or the restaurant in the hotel. After dinner you had two choices, go to bed or stay up playing poker. I'm not claiming Epic Poker Player status, but let's just say it's pretty easy extracting money from Europeans. Except for Marius, because he's a cheating bastard.
Dear Lexi, Marius is taking great care of your sled. He ran it into this tree well just so you can have the fresh smell of pine on it instead of that annoying gas smell.
Next stop..... Who Knows?! -Dave Lehl
14. Marius the anti-pool shark
“If you hit the ball hard enough it’ll eventually go in, right?”
Fox loves the 80’s posters that litter the ceiling in one of the two bars in town. “Can you imagine how hairy her junk must have been?”