Double the head double the pleasure 2/25/07

If I say "gnar gnar" one more time I think they'll kick me off the list but seriously I can't help myself but speak like I'm still in CO, slaying little bunny rabbits, when I'm surrounded by so many bad ass skiers who are a ton of fun and always amped to be out on the trail and on Sunday 2/25/07 I was surrounded by a gaggle of em' Igor, Toma, Ernesto, Jim, Doogie, 'Chicks rip too', Irish, Osnot, Juan, Jose and Zedanka.

Except for Ernesto (who had saved Boston from Nuclear disaster the night before) and Osnot, the rest of the group had spent the night at the MIT cabin about a mile from the Doublehead trail that we would be destroying the next day. We had all had a pretty intense (or at least it sounded pretty intense from the way we all cried about it) Saturday either skiing/climbing Mt. Washington or dropping knees at the tele fest and all seemed relatively glad to be heading towards Doublehead a much more mellow trek up and down a wide CCC trail (I will continue to call all northeast ski trails CCC even if they were clearly not cut by the CCC, so there!). Igor took the lead again and made quick work of the trail leaving little room for the type of stupid conversation that I can make but at the summit of Left Head (could've been right head there are two of 'em) we all spent some quality time soaking in the views of ME and Mt. Washington talking about lard and how we were going for a bomber run down the trail!

With a group like this everyone wanted share their specialty mountain top lunch dish especially Irish who had made romin/learn how to tele in 2 days noodles! 'Chicks rip too', gave everyone a kiss and taught me the names of various parts of my equipment, while Jim and Igor had a cheese off!

Ernesto and Toma, our fearless leaders were great guides and kept the group in check sending us off onto the trail in an orderly fashion. No discredit to them but there was no way all of us were going to stay orderly with more than one of us finding love in a tree and still others deciding that other skiers were a more appealing target to hug/ use as an anchor. As the trail widened up Igor pressed us to throw down on the bump section with all the 3 foot airs we could muster and as many 180s as possible (watch out Philipi here we come!).

“Photo: Patrick Allen”

Regardless of how lame our park skills may or may not be, (I hear Ernesto rips the pipe!) we all seemed to have a great time messing around on the trail and getting stoked to do it again. So everyone with skins (some ballers trekked up on scales! Baller!) looped back up and skied the wide open section again before we called it a day and went to Ragged Mountain (sorry for not buying anything but enjoy the useless advertisement!) where we could "indulge our inner gear head" (not even close to verbatim from Doogie) before we had to go back to Boston in time to watch the Oscars or the paint dry.

P.S. thanks to Igor's videos I heard you call me a show off Doogie and I'm coming after you!