Today was day number one at the second official stop on the Grenade Strikes Back Tour, Loon Mountain. The busses rolled into Lincoln, New Hampshire yesterday evening straight outta NYC, coming in off the Center City Street Sessions rail jam that went down the night before. Upon our own arrival last night we were greeted with colder temp’s than we’d faced in New York, and a much fiercer wind. At ten degrees, which could be uncomfortable but easily bearable in, say Utah; it’s that fierce East Coast cold that feels as if it’s tearing right through any skin ill fated enough to be left un-sheltered. The forecast looked painful come morning. But much to our surprise after prying ourselves out of the comforts of our beds, the sky was a more than sufferable mild grey, with seven un poking through at times, the weather was placid and the snow conditions were a far cry from the ice rink we’d expected to be faced with. It was summery as hell, and things were definitely on the ups.
After taking a mellow warm up run with one of the East Coast’s finest, Sketchy-D, we met up with Danny, Dingo and the rest of the crew on a judging platform erected high above Loon’s freshly chiseled halfpipe, where the pipe jam was imminent. A mixture of Loon loc’s showed up to ride, and ride they did to the shredding sounds of Retard Riot who kicked off a set no more than thirty-feet away. The pipe event went to Chris Mitchell, who dusted the competition with large airs, McTwists, and other smooth moves.
From the pipe it was back over to center stage where The Hounds of Hell were inciting a riot of their own, their blood curdling sounds pouring out of the speakers and floating over the course as product flew left and right out of Dingo’s and Danny’s hands and through the air into the awaiting hands of kids a plenty. Fists full of gear, and bellies full of Monster Energy, the swarm made a beeline over to the Zumiez couch, where a twenty-minute Best Trick jam was in order. After all was said and done, last weeks Waterville Valley TransAM winner, Chris Carr bagged himself a year’s supply of Grenade Gloves, and 500 smackaroos for finessing a backside 270 on, backside 270 off the couch rail.
With fierce competition a thing of the past, it was time to rock to the havoc wreaking sounds of the tour’s non-snowboarding headliner’s, Kill Cheerleader. A sincere pit formed front and center complete with kids, grenerds, and Joey’s alike chaotically shredding in a vicious circle. All in all it was a sick event, it was like New Hampshire’s own personal Grenade Games, where everyone’s a winner. See you all tomorrow as the slopestyle finale gets underway here at Loon Mountain, New Hampshire.