...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.

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.

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