...at least I didn't break my face.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I've been limping around the mountain on my broken snowboards for the past 2 weeks now, but I guess I can't complain anymore. At least I didn't break my face...
The sun creeping up the wall was making life difficult for my feeble speedlights:
A few tries later, this wallride got nasty; click through to the full post to see the aftermath.
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Eric Poulin - "excuse me while I kiss the ground":
Nothing broken, just 4 stitches, a scar, and no shaving for a couple weeks. Bring on the 'stache.
March 11, 2009 at 8:57 AM
Rough - the first pic with blood makes him look at first glance like a clown.