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Well Japan is fukin awesome, me and my mate ben were there from 13th Janurary - 15th feburary 2008 staying at a place called hakuba powder lodge in Hakuba, Nagano.

Spent most of our time boarding at hakuba 47 resort but also visited happo-one, yanaba, cortina and iwatake..

will definatley be going back sometime in the future, the snow was amazing, people are nice, food and booze is cheap.. nothing to complain about in a whole month besides a hangover lol..

so yeh, take a look at some pics and feel free to ask away if you have any questions about japan i mite be able to help you!!

cheers
tim.



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hey there!

i've been neglecting my blogs lately.. sorry bout that.  i'm sure you are all doing just fine without hearing me rant about work, drinking or women... who wants to hear all that eh? 

but yeah... over the last while, i've realized that my job isn't really all that fun... well.. parts of it are.  i get to drive cool cars, i have a lot of freedoms, and there is no heavy lifting.  not bad!  but i'm in car sales... generally, i'm looked down upon, people think i am automatically a liar, and i have to put in too many hours to make any decent cash. 

plus, lately i've had to deal with some customers that i swear are taking years off my life.  man... i didn't build the damn thing! i'm sorry if something went wrong after a few years, but f*ck!!! i already spent the whopping 150 bucks i made off the sale after spending 40 hours trying to find the right vehicle for you!!  plus... YOU picked it! all i did was get you a good deal on it! heh... goofs. 
i'm thinking i should just go get a job selling booze or something.. i like booze as much as cars... maybe more!  plus, i have experience.. and no, not just drinking.  i used to work at the liquor control board of ontario... hmmm.. this is sounding better!  don't know about giving up the free cars, insurance and gas though... maybe i'll get some free booze...

man.... i would have to drink a lot of free booze to be the equivelent of a car, insurance and gas... but i'm up for it!.. maybe if i see you around, i'll even get you a drink or two... i'll even hold the roofies.

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Yeah sick missioned to states after NZ, what a trip!!! flew into LA through the smog, what a concrete jungle, stayed at backpackers paradise in inglewood...crazy!!! ha went out to buy some booze from 7/11, got five minges down the road when i herd a gun shot, thought f*ck that turned right round and went straight back to the accomo, got drunk az with some ozzyz an started jumpin off the second story roof into the pool, ha haa good times!

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My first sled trip of the year, it was planned out to be in late December but not having worked in the past 5 weeks got to the best of me. Trying to keep industrious has been hard lately in my new life as an independent contractor. So what do ya do? Buy a sled and some gas and have a little fun. It was actually a little more planned out than that. I called the boys in Golden about a ½ week after I picked up my new sled in Calgary wondering how things were in the valley. They told me with great enthusiasm that they had already been out and about wondering the hills with their 2-stroke tracked machines. I put the plans together for yet another trip to see the Golden Boys. I told Doug that I just had to get out there as keeping busy not doing anything was getting old real quick. Encounter problem #1- all my winter gear still stored up in Edmonton, I had to beg, borrow and steal winter clothes, sleeping bags and avalanche gear. Made a quick stop in Canmore for the hard goods and Shaner gave me this little thin blanket. More on this to come. Driving to Golden, I was excited as hell. Listening to the comfortable and all familiar humming noises my truck makes on the cold frozen pavement is as good as a session with the psych. I looked out into the mountains in total awe, like a kid in the candy store. I’m sure some of you that have traveled with me know this. The night’s bright moon was shining on the snow-laden mountains. I wore my shorts to get feel the full effect of winter air. There are few things these days that are more pure than a cold clear winter night. I showed up late in the Blaeberry, northeast of Golden, shortly after 10:30pm. Everyone was excited, this vibe was in the air. It was this great anticipation that always comes before a road trip. Within 10 minutes of me being there, I had run my sled for the boys, poured a JD and was asked if I wanted to do an overnighter in some remote mountain cabin. Do I? All summer long I’ve had dreams of being back in the mountains on my own steam. Wondering around exploring in the snow, I hadn’t been on a winter road trip since skiing with Kelly in Jasper for Easter Holiday last winter. Out of my 3 days I skied last year, it was the best I had. The snow was soft turning, the sun was out and we hiked as much as we could. I even had a goggle tan for a few days. It was also my last skiing of the year. For a while I had totally given up on it, the bitterness of my former life still lingered. From April on, I decided to concentrate on work. I enjoyed it so much; I was surrounded by awesome people and was learning again. I’ve been exposed to some pretty cool machinery in the past few months. But more importantly, while working, I had the support of my friends. Do I? My smile was enough to get the hands up for high fives. We planned, we drank, we planned some more. I couldn’t believe it; the boys and I were heading out for night in the mountains- exactly what the doc ordered.   My morning came quick having stayed up so late. Headaches were as common as bibles in church- everywhere you turned, you could find one. The all-familiar shake of the painkiller bottle. Packing was easy- “keep it light” they told me, only bring it if your going to use it. From having spent so much time in kid’s camp, I was pretty used to the pack light mantra. Booze, sled gas, food, extra shirt, headlamp, tp, pocket knife and Shane’s thin ass blanket. And that’s in order of most to least important. All in one 40L ski pack and binded down to the sled rack. Shaner, Punchy and I had loaded up our two sleds and gear into my truck. The new lightweight sled deck I installed last week works awesome, right down to the cool marker lights on the side. Our rally point that afternoon was at the Parson General Store- the saltiest fried chicken in the area the boys assured me. It was like running your tongue up and down a cow’s salt-lick. Chicken, beef jerky, beer, whiskey, bailey’s, scotch, fireworks, 24 smokies, 2lbs of bacon, smoked oysters and 12 buns- the lady at the front counter figured out quickly that we were going on a road trip and there weren’t any girls coming with us- ‘all saucisse’ I told her. She didn’t get it. The boys and I divvied up the goods just as the rest of the crew showed up. Duke and Ian along with their two respected sleds in a big badass jacked up red suburban. So off we drove to the “Whistler Backcountry”- which is what everyone calls an area if they want it kept a secret. Haha. Duke’s leading the way to the 44km marker on the snowy, slippery, winding road. Both hubs are locked not wanted to hit the ditch with the two sleds up high. Despite the thick valley cloud cover, Punchy assured us that we'd be poking through. As we crested the first hill, bright beam rays of sunshine danced through the clouds and trees. There’s excitement on our faces, the laughter in the air is contagious. Get the ramps out and start up the sleds boys! White smoke surrounds our trucks like an English fog that rolls in on sailors. There’s a few more trucks in the parking area, but their drivers are all long gone. They probably didn't hit the town like we did the night before. Shaner and I are last to leave. Instead of being the seasoned vet that I am in the ski scene, I am now a half-assed rookie. Hence being the last to leave. I hook up the tow rope, fix my helmet and Shaner gives me a nod. The ‘good to go’ nod. ‘At least the sign language is the same’ I tell myself. I’m nervous as I give Jackie a push on the thumb throttle, we slowly creep to the trail head. Jackie is my sled’s name. My 500lb kid as I described in a past email. I named her as I blindly checked the level on my bottle of JD the night before. The name was soo right. The boys all awaited my arrival a little ways up the trail. They all had smiles on their faces, I was shocked at their excitement about my new sled. ‘New sled smell’ Duke told me, ‘Mmmm’. I towed Shaner to about the 56km marker, crossing avy paths, meadows, straight-aways, crystal clear creeks and old wood bridges. He held on the whole time. Pretty much everytime I turned to check up on him, he gave me the nod. He was ok. There was a sign that read ‘McMurdo Cabin’ to the left and ‘Silent Pass’ to the right. We quickly and efficiently made our way up to the cabin along this switchbacking trail that ran partly along a rock-littered chute edge. We made our way only after I left without Shaner holding onto the rope. I looked back down to the main trail and saw some guy in a familiar apple green jacket waving his hands around at me. Oops. I guess I got horny looking at the first switchback. I yelled to Shaner ‘good to go?’ In Stepho’s mechanic land usually when you’re good to go, you’d say good to go or you give the nod. I heard it come back to me so I gave’r the GARR! No Shaner though. Funny. Ian with his Bailey's & JD cocktails- 10" icicles as ice cubes. Behind him was a wood burner heating stove and an actual wood fired cooking stove. All ya gotta do is grab the axe and chop the already bucked and piled wood that was there. Pretty much a full kitchen of utensils and stuff was there for us to use. Whistle dogs galore- cooking our bacon and smokies in cast iron just isn't the same at home as it is in the back-country.  The Cabin is at the back of this quiet meadow that is surrounded by 270degrees of mountains. Duke led the way because you’d never know there was a trail leading to a cute little cabin back there. More horn. A little 15 by 20 foot cabin awaited us in the woods. View of the gods. We unpacked the smokies and booze and back out we went, to the main trail and up to Silent Pass.   It was Sunday morning, we prepped for another round out at Silent Pass. I shuttled back down to the trucks to grab the gas cans we left behind the previous day. My first tank went pretty quick towing Shaner. My max speedo reading on the straight-aways was about 70mph. By far the fastest i've been on a sled. All you hear is wind rushing by and your engine at about 8000rpm. Pretty much sounded like you were in a 747. You girls had better learn to hold on. Tight. Cause if it ain't tight it ain't right.

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CUSTOM

"Hey Mister"

Hey Mister I really like your daughter,
I'd like to eat her like ice cream
Maybe dip her in chocolate

Hey Mister on your way to work
In your Volvo, suit, and tie
We'll, be crawling in your bed soon
Messing around, maybe getting hot

It's not what ya did,
It's not what ya didn't
God gave her a perfect body
And now I'm all up in it.

It's not she's a tramp.
It's not she's not pure.
She just likes getting her f*ck on,
And it's good one of that I'm sure

Hey Mister I really like your daughter.
When I'm horny like thirsty
She's a bottle of water.

Hey Mister how'd it get so bad
You raised her so well
And now she's calling me dad
In the back seat naked of a new Volkswagen
The perfect little gift for high school graduation.

It's not what ya did,
It's not what ya didn't
God gave her a perfect body
And now I'm all up in it.

It's not she's a tramp.
It's not she's not pure.
She just likes getting her f*ck on,
And it's good one of that I'm sure

Nana na nana na,
Nana na nana na,
Nana na nana na,
Ha hahaha ha ha haha

I eat all the food in your fridge
Call my friends around the world
Rack up your long distance too
Breakstands neutral drops
Wreck all your cars
Drink all the booze in your cheezy ass wet bar
Order stuff on your credit cards
Leave boogers in the skippy jar
Smoke your cigars
Answer the phone tell your boss you moved to mars
When you call in late from work tell your wife
You're at the titty bars

It's not what ya did,
It's not what ya didn't
God gave her a perfect body
And now I'm all up in it.

It's not she's a tramp.
It's not she's not pure.
She just likes getting her f*ck on,
And it's good one of that I'm sure

I can't lie I have to tell the truth
Man to man mister it's all a total spoof
Your daughter's a freak
Your daughter's a pro
When I'm done with her
She'll do one of your bros

I hope I never have a daughter
I hope I never have a daughter
I hope I never have a daughter
I hope I never have a daughter

Nana na nana na,
Nana na nana na,
Nana na nana na,
Nana na nana naaaaaaaa!



hehehehehe


I LOVE YOU GRIFFIN, SOO MUCH


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Ewww... so hot and rainy! skools over sooo soon cant wait!! yay! anyways pretty good day! some guy stripped at skool... was kinda nasty tho.. oh well to each their own! wow the drinking extravaganza starts TOMORROW!! WOOP WOOP! so excited! soo much booze... not enough time!

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My house is a mess, I can't find anything! everything i want is packed in boxes and at the bottom. 24 hours till my computer is pack. It's sad to be leaving I had so much fun this winter at Cradle Mountain, the chutes, the sketchey sh*t we tried to jib, Lochie doing a back smack after a failed 360. Good time were had even thought it rained, blew like a bitch, froze, slush, froze, snowed-in, over priced booze from the lodge and clouds. Didn't matter if I rode cradle mountain herself, Riggs Pass, Crater peak or the plateau it was fun. Next season i'm going to be based in Jindabyne, don't worry I'm coming back for a misson to cradle next season some time, when the pow is deep and dry. If anyone needs me I'll be surfing at byron, and trying to find the sh*t I need that I packed in a box thats somewhere.

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New pictures up! Jan 6th (but they are old pictures)

Well I'm back from holidays, school starts tomorrow (boo!) and this semester is looking to be mad work. Oh yeah, last semester it took almost a month and a half to get my student loan, surprise surprise, this semesters isn't here yet so I get to start the fun of calling them tomorrow.

I hope that everyone's Christmas, New Years and other assorted mayhem was fun, I know that I spent WAY too much money on booze and food over the holidays, but just like 99% of the other people on the planet I am now ready to hit the gym for a week and then lose motivation for another 55 weeks. Anyway, 2002 was a good year, and hopefully 2003 will be the best yet.

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