...at least I didn't break my face. / by Strain


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.