The best magazine issue I have ever gotten....

I personally did not like it at all. I don't have a grudge between burton at all (i have burton boots and theyre sick) but the first 100 pages was garbage. A waste of paper and trees. After about 100 pages you could actually look at the products. That just my opinion.

but did you take time to look at all the pictures and actually think about it? The first 100 pages (other than the blatant marketing ploys) is a well maunfactured scrapbook. It got me so amped for winter.

For exapmle that 2 page spread that says "trees, you know?" got me stoked. that add. the "one year" article im talking about is going to be read over many more times, simply becaue it accurately captures the culture with statements.

I typed up that article. This is not my work.

ONE YEAR.
jan. feb. mar. april. may. june. july. aug. sept. oct. nov. dec.

Sleeping on couches. Waiting for skies to clear. Bribing lifties. Breaking shovels. Hiking. Sledding. Shooting. Searching. Scoring. Crashing. Dreaming. Chugging coffee. Missing luggage. Losing friends and finding new ones. Dragging knuckles. Sunscreen. Leash laws. Hiding from security. Tire chains. Ignoring “slow signs”. Passport stamps. Lost wallets. Safety bar down. Tips up. Fuckin alarm clocks. Digging cars out. Scraping windshields. Swearing at roof racks. 4x4 commutes. Busted sleds. Burning out the slo-mo button. Exaggerated stories. Talking shit. Shady gas station sandwiches. Wind burn. Raccoon tans. Frostbite and frozen fingers. Late night wax sessions. Fear. Excitement. Paranoia. Increasing weather channel ratings. Debating the skis in the quiver. Tuning and detuning. Tightening screws. Swollen members. Stair massages and seeing stars. Taunting your friends. The subtle sound of falling snow. Sprocking and twocking. Language barriers. Road trips. Not believing how expensive gas is. Calling “take two, skip the last.”. Boilerplate. Bottomless blower. Google maps. Dawn patrol. First chair. Second chair. Last chair. Chucking buckets. Getting pitted. Clipping tickets. Claiming hard. Hitch hiking for another lap. Buchwacking. Yard sales. Liquid lunches. Scary toilets. Broverdose. Pancake hiccups. Powder run boners. Heads spraying about your spot. Scooping landings. Working as little as possible. Riding as much as possible. Learning new tricks. Remembering old tricks. Gnar-b-q’s. Windhold. Waiting. Spraying. Hiking. Mending broken parts. Creaking knees. Weightless feelings. Sacred sticker jobs. Sketchy traverses. Missing the grab. Rooster tails. Jester hats. Hand drags. Flat landings. Runs to the ice hockey rink. Cramped hotel room floors. Middle row seating. Bombholes. Hating. Frozen boogers. Ragdolls. Coldsmoke. Fuzzly feelings. Thinking up excuses for work, school, and significant others. Stiff socks and smelly thermals. Eating mac and cheese 3 times a day. Locals only discretion. Getting vibed. Not caring that its raining. Tundra wookies. Taco Tuesdays. Hustling. Moguls. Making up slang. Euro carves. Taking branches to the face. Living off of nuts and berries. Frantically sweeping snow off your goggles in hope of seeing where you are going. Shitting your pants. Getting even higher. Hoping it never ends. Not caring how cold it is. Picking snow out from between your teeth. Cover to cover and back again. Wondering where _____ went. Crackin’ bappies. Getting snaked. Lazy homies rollin in at ten after 7. Evil twins. Sluff and skidmarks. Weird rashes. Core shots. Kooking out on snowbladers. Freestylin in the gondola. Step-ins. Starter jackets. Debating but never calling last run. Blowng off all responsibility. Getting lost. Waking up bears. Blowing doughnuts. Barely being able to walk the next day after refusing to call it quits.

Wondering how people who don’t ride survive.

damn yo, i hate frozen boogers

hah that was awesome,

So true

a montage of that list would be a dope trailer/teaser in itself, i need to get my hands on this