Shit photo. Nice trick. Tobias Karlsson, backside 9.
No touristing, just more shreddery, as bluebird prevails in the Caringorms.
Right. Typical. After calling today as a day off for tourist-type stuff, I went into town to mingle with the locals at a club called The Vault. And, as you do, I had a few beers. Then a few more. And just to make sure, a couple after that. The consummate professionals that Tobias and Chris are, they were tucked up in bed by midnight but, alas, not I. Then, come morning they looked out the window, saw not the predicted bad weather but bluebird skies and decided it was a good day to go up. Bastards. But, though we may be semi-alkies, we’re also professional semi-alkies so we agreed that while the weather was smiling on us we should get on it.
First up was the kicker, where Chris and Tobias wanted to try get some sequences on lock. The light was good, though the odd sticky cloud would halt proceedings on occasion, and Tobias stomped a couple of sweet back 9s with Chris did the same frontside. The locals were stoked on the show, and shortly after joined in the session.
Tobias, a milisecond before hooking on a nail and dropping to flat on his back. They breed em tough up northern Sweden.
Conscious of the need to keep ticking spots off, we hauled down so Tobias could try a wallride on an abandoned poma engine. Though it was pretty small, the cables and nails coming out the fucker made for a sketchy experience. The fist couple of times Tobias hooked a nail and did a nice 4m drop to flat on his back, almost taking his head off on the second attemps, but he was determined to get this and hit it a third time with a bit more success. Sadly it wasn’t really working for Sami, so after a bit of deliberation they decided to sack it off. It’s always a bummer when something doesn’t work out, but I guess it’s better than spending more effort on a shot that won’t get run.
So, to finish today off, Chris wanted another pop at the handplant to get his grab better, so we shaped the trannie again and got down to business. Handplants are a tricky customer to get right with good style, but after a few goes the body learnt the way it should work and he got the shot in the bag.
The next Shaun White?
With that wrapped it was a good time to head down, though our sneaky line was way sketchier than yesterday. It’s getting really bare at the bottom of our route down to the lower car park, with heaps of heather and rocks exposed now as the warmer temperatures take their toll on the lower snow. It seems winter may finally be drawing to a close here, though they reckon it’s gonna be open till May at least. What a winter they must have had here though. Ok, over it. Off touristing tomorrow to see Nessie, castles in lakes and whiskey distilleries. Wahey!