Sup readers! Welcome to my newest post on t-dub … I love writin’, gives everyone a chance to officially hate proper! Haha … I love it.
This was one of my favorite days shooting for real. Chad Otterstrom, Jason Legge, Aaron Dodds, Redniss a.k.a. “more brokeback than anyone” a.k.a. “it’s not gay if your camping”, and myself (Josh Sherman) have already been gettin’ our build on in the backcountry, and decided to truly brokeback it and camp out for the night an undisclosed pass in Colorado. We got up mad early and met up at the pass. In the parkin’ lot the whole posse was loading each sled with firewood, tents, food, and Legge straight up came with an air mattress, he’s legit. So we finally got to our zone. We already had the “bong bong” feature lookin’ good to hit, so we immediately set up the campsite.
Then my snowmobile decides to catch some attitude and the track won’t move at all, so after I put a serous beat down on the ol’ stupid Polaris we set-up and got ready to hit this sketchy shit. Chad sends it. Results? Stompy Chi. Legge sends it … whammy. I send it …s toked. The first three hits each of us got was all good … in fact I think there was an FT, Son. Bam! I need to say Legge guinea pigged this thing … if you don’t know Legge yet you probably will soon because every time I watch him he’s doin’ some serious ill shit, people need to know that. Then it got sketchy and Legge and I saw the white light and decided we felt like living, and already did what we wanted so we moved on to our next feature. Legge fastplants it, which is like, one of the craziest things I’ve seen. Chad does his thing and we’re done shootin’. Guess what…in case you don’t have your ear glued to da streets, this is all going down for Chad Otterstrom and Mike Casanova’s new movie outta CO, Keep Talkin’. The new CO movie is gonna have serious bangers.
After shreddin’ we headed to our new home for the night. The Campsite was pretty dope. I have photos … but the layout is mad tents, tons of food, beer, and a sweet fire. How ill is that? You shred and snowmobile all day with your homeys, then make a fire and chill at your campsite in the woods. We cook up wieners, eat chips and basically had an ill party. Some girls heard we were having a party out there and tried to holler at us but they didn’t have their credentials so we were all “peace out, they were beat nation, son. I hit the panic button because of my snowmobile and had to peace out, I went home and had the most craziest situation go down. I can’t even write about … haha … so we have Mr. Jason Legge finishing the story in his words what happened …
So, upon leaving Sherm and Java at the parking lot of Vail pass I grabbed a sleeping bag from Brady and began my journey back to the campsite. The sled ride was a mellow 45 minutes and full of annoying ass whoops. Soon I pull up to our little camping area where Chad, Dodds and Redniss were still chillin’ and cooking dogs. As soon as I reached the campfire I soon notice that no one was around and the coals were the only things burning. I started yelling for everyone and no answer for at least ten minutes, so to make a long story short I almost freaked out and called the ranger because I thought a mountain lion ate them—they got me good. Then after the joke was finished we all roasted hotdogs in the fire and told stories of growing up. So staying warm was easy when the fire was blazing almost six feet high while laying in our sleeping bags inside our tents but let me tell you about waking up at seven a.m. to your nips protruding off your chest, kind of sucked. Dodds and I lit the fire again and proceeded to thaw out our boots and burn the remainder of our wood. Two words to sum up this amazing backcountry extravaganza—Keep Talkin’, ’cause that’s all we did.—Jason Legge
