Begin by abusing personal relationships, business partners, career prospects, and personal higene. And ka-boom!

Free heli rides await!!! Our outlaw comp organizers drove us into Swaziland (sp?) from Cham to get in the bird. We we dropped off on a ridge and hiked back into France. Sneeeaky.

Day one, Big Mountain Pro. Heading to Le Buet, looking at some epic radness up-valley from a nice area near another good zone.

The Chamonix Valley! Starring (from L to R), the Verte, the Drus, the Ag du Mid, and isn’t she pretty Mt. Blanc.

Ooooh, let’s have a big mountain freeriding competition on that face over there!

Comp happened, something happened. Use Google. Skiing out was tech. 40 km (3 miles) and a river crossing that took the combined IQ’s (60) of all the freeriders to conquer.

In Le Buet village, chillin. The face we shrednizzled peaks out waaaay up there.

We rode a bus for ten minutes before realizing ground travel is for NASCAR. Back in the bird, if you please.

This time, some face that sits above Verbier village on the opposite side of the valley as the lifts. The snow sucked, but good skiers (not including me) made it look a’ight. I was mad at the mountain and refused to take its photo. The views from the top, however, warranted the triggering of the muscles in my right index finger. Looking towards rocky Grandes Jorasses and icky Mt. Blanc.

Some other gnar in the Mt. Blanc area (the Rouges maybe?).

Comp happened, something happened. I bet [url]www.bigmountainpro.com[/url] would let you in on it. Skiing out the 589 km (.5 miles) to the bus, I felt nostalgic and clicked a photo of the comp face.

Hey, let’s drive to Italy. Sauze d’oulx or something village. It was a trick again, and we drove into France to ski a face for day 3 of comp. To avoid breaking tradition I didn’t take a picture of the face. It was mainly blue ice and rocks anyway, so the comp was cancelled. Boo hoo. Let’s climb that mountain over there for fun. Hi mom.

Enough fun, back on the bus.

We went to La Grave for the final party, not to ski. Radaustrian Flo Orely and myself hijacked one of the organization’s rental cars and stayed an extra day. We escaped the daze of the tour bus and shredded La Grave in one stroke of genius.

We skied one run off the front. 6,000 feet of moguls. Get amped. Then off the back into St. Christoph. Coolest shit ever. At the top with some friendly loques.

Small mountains.

An hour-long bus ride back into La Grave and then we slept on some floor. We were unfortunately reminded via text message to return our stolen automobile. So we drive at extremely high speeds through Torino back to Verbier and handed the keys to some extremely inebriated Aussies who claimed to know what was going on which is an oxymoron. Up to Julia’s Freeride Chalet for pizza, and to Verbier to ski a few extremely fun lines. Oh and if you didn’t hear, they got the biggest snowfall in the last month!!!! 10 cm (a trace in American)!!!! Pretty though.

Verbier is boring, let’s go to Tignes. The top of Tignes, the Grande Motte. See the top tram?

The bigger badder farther mountain, the Grande Casse.

And due to lowwwww snow, we probably won’t be on the intended face for the comp, the Grande Baume, but the steeper and shorter Paumcoup (that’s definitely spelled wrong). Its rad.

Stay tuned for more patriotic albiet incomplete reporting from the Alps. Signing off,
Jake McRhino