...the foam earplugs do their best...dulling the roar to an obscurity that makes it all feel like outerspace. lost in my own world, add two parts jet fuel and I'm gone. duct tape magic secures me to the heli and the riding continues to rage below. winter is here, snow as deep and pure as anyone needs or can even appreciate. beyond priveledged. the vastness of the peaks extend to the waters edge of the west coast, just visible as we take a peek at m.ward, the roller super booter of dreams. not today unfortunately, the wind got the gold medal and beat us there. there will be more days, that's for sure. --jc
