So back in March my buddy BC and I went on a little montana roadtrip. We took off on a Monday afternoon, rolled into Montana about 11pm, had a tasty quesadilla in a deserted restaurant, and rolled into Jerry and Jenny Martin's place up in Kalispel at 2am. Rode big mountain two days, found some pow stashes, sketched in the pipe, and had a fine time. Thanks again to Jerry, Jenny, and Julia for putting up with us.

From Kalispell we headed south to Missoula and met up with another good friend, Mr. Bryan Ripka. He was rolling around the country on a business trip and obliged us with a floor to sleep on. Next morning we rose with the sun and headed out to a little spot called Discovery Basin, near Anaconda. This little place was a gem, full of steep lines and untouched powder glades days after the storm. Biggest damn moguls I've seen in years.

Jetted over to Bozeman to meet up Jarret and Amy. Had a nice sunny day at Big Sky with Bryan and went out for St. Patrick's day that night. Sort of, as I was deep into strep throat by this time. Went to bed pretty early and met up with my old buddy Pete McFadyen of the BSYEP. We tagged along on one of his outings and got to ride with the kids in the program on a marginal but super fun Bridger Bowl day. Low visibility but the ridge was open. I got all sentimental about old memories and Brock broadened his horizons a bit.

And that's pretty much it. Headed back the next morning. GT's had by all.