While some of the world hunkered down to prepare for armageddon, the Grassroots crew headed into the hills to celebrate the solstice the best we know how, by enjoying life to the fullest. A fresh couple of feet had fallen over the past couple of days and the skies turned blue for us. The shortest day of the year brings seriously epic light on a bluebird day.. long shadows and cold smoke conditions made this one extra special.
Mike Lane, a good friend from back in the day was in town from Santa Cruz. Lane has been surfing non-stop out there for a few years now and he was back to test his skills on the snow. Lane slayed the steeps and threw in a few good ollies in the process.
Lane only had a couple of powsurfing days under his belt but he ripped it like a veteran. There was no second guessing or hesitation when we hit the steeper slopes, just fearless charging and big smiles at the bottom. While the snowpack was relatively shallow, there is no complaining about fresh cold smoke on a bluebird day. We seized the day and made the most of what we had to work with, slashing every slash in sight, and popping every fun button. We milked every last bit of sunlight and left stoked. So hyped on a new season of exploring possibilities and celebrating a new take on a familiar past time. Happy Solstice!