Another perfect Mammoth day.

Another perfect Mammoth day.

“Holy crap, the pow is up to my bindings!”

After four and a half months of working at Transworld SNOW as the photo intern, it is time I am shipped back to the Midwest.I’ll go back, but not before I hit some of the gnarliest resorts the West coast has to offer. Besides riding Stowe once before, I haven’t been able to get the real taste of big mountain snowboarding. Not that Midwest snowboarding isn’t real, it is just limited with our awesome 400 foot verticals- watch out. So as a treat to both myself and them, my two friends, Katie and Andrew, flew out to help me move back home and tag along in this epic road trip.

Intern Sarah is done- who's next?

Intern Sarah is done- who's next?

Our first stop is Mammoth Mountain. After taking an hour detour plus some nasty Jack in the Box (we don’t have these back home and I’m glad for it. Burgers and tacos are not suppose to be served together), we finally made it up to Mammoth. We’re lucky enough to know some friends in town so we’re saving mad money on hotels. Up bright and early on a blue bird sky, we were on the mountain and ready to shred by 9 a.m. The peak was a chilling twelve degrees with 20-30 mph gusts of wind but it was bearable.

Creepin' on that edge.

Creepin' on that edge.

Andrew taking his line.

Andrew taking his line.

I think the most used phrases out of Andrew’s mouth was “Holy crap. Do you see that jump? Look at all this pow!” We are like kids in a candy store. We are too ADHD to choose one line and stick to it. Before we could even get to the top of one chair, we already picked out the next line to hit. There are copious amounts of chairs to choose from and I am positive that we didn’t ride the same line twice. Being first time riders out here, Andrew and Katie constantly had bug-eyes looking up at the mountain. They are just amazed that there are more than four lifts and you can’t see the entire resort from one lift, unlike Michigan.

Sunny with a chance of ice.

Sunny with a chance of ice.

Intern fail.

Intern fail.

After six and a half hours of pure riding and maybe a little break at Chair 14, we called it a day. By the way, Chair 14 is a snowboarder’s wet dream. I think that is what has me convinced that I need to eventually leave the Midwest and head back out West. I hope all of you kids reading this that are from these areas appreciate what you have. As Katie said, she’d never believed that mountains like this were real.. that California existed. Then she came here.. and now she believes. We’re used to riding until ten at night but I don’t think we could have even handled that today. Grabbin’ some grub at Grumpy’s for some local cuisine was just the cherry on top of a long exhausting day. We’ll be up on the mountain again tomorrow and then it’s off to Tahoe for our next stop.

Midwest represent!

Midwest represent!