Snowshoe, WV
In the spirit of winter, I made a trip up to Snowshoe for the first snowfall and to finally get back on the mountain. It was a hazardous four-hour drive through the mountain and thank god it hadn’t started to snow on the roads yet, otherwise we would have been fucked. But really, are you reading this because Garmin took us on a different route back home through some one-lane back-country “highway” that was probably going to get us killed Texas Chainsaw Massacre style? No.
I really wish I could describe in full detail what happened in this picture (as well as my backwards somersault, but I still had the camera at the time). I was ahead of Tommy and just so happened to stop and turn around to see how far behind he was. Just then, I see him come skidding down the run, make a hard right, and tumble over the run’s edge into the tree…upside down. This is the picture of him after managing to somewhat get himself upright and back onto the run. And this happened on the *second* day we were there. You’d think you’d get better after more practice.
Oh yeah, he also ran into the yellow padding on a pole earlier.