02 Feb 2016, Posted by Master of Chaos in Blog, No Comments.
Big mountain skier, what you ripping on thru. Get up, get out, get your face in the pow. Your slashing cold smoke music on the Buffalo Pass snow. Drowned in your laughter and dead to the core. There’s a storm a rolling with moisture that’s loose in the clouds. Takes a whole lot faceshots just to cool him down.
Powder, Powder on the mountain!
Oh yea…think Grateful Dead Fire on the Mountain.