Stoned, Stoked, SugarBowl
Atop Mt. Lincoln, 8,300 or so feet closer to the heavens, I find myself staring down a nasty black diamond run. Paranoid off Cali's finest government grade greenery. Metallica's And Justice For All blaring into my eardrums.
This will be my last run of the day.
Quite possibly my last run for years.
Fear fades as ignorant courageous adrenaline starts pumping through my veins. I confidently echo to myself "Let's make this one count. Energy is limitless".
Strength and honor!!!
Front foot pushes down on the board and I'm gone. See ya when I see ya...