I mean, remember Tulip and Chesty?
Sure you do.
Meanwhile, I wish you all would have told me that it's weird that I name everything because I have not yet come up with a name for Bubba's latest and greatest gift creation: a splitboard.
|Hello, my nameless beauty.|
What do you mean you don't know what a splitboard is? (Aside from the fact that spellcheck in Blogger is having a meltdown telling me that it's not a word right now.)
FYI: A splitboard is a snowboard that's cut in half into skis so that you can skin (ski with skins on the bases) up a mountain and then lock the "skis" back into place to snowboard down the mountain once again.
It's how snowboarders ride the backcountry without having to become filthy skiers OR spend their uphill time mucking about with stupid snowshoes meanwhile carrying an awkward and heavy snowboard on their backs like so much packhorse.
|Temporarily a filthy skier.|
I've done this, albeit briefly, and I do not enjoy. It brings to mind many thoughts that all boil down to, "Why am I doing this?" and "FUCK THIS."
So, with that in mind (and also the fact that Bubba loves to backcountry ski and still wants me along for these adventures), Bubba set out to right the wrongs of my backcountry set up and for Christmas, he presented to me a fine looking snowboard deck which he promptly sawed in half.
It was an emotional day.
That was a few months ago, and since, he managed to perfectly mount the pucks (things the bindings attach to), bindings, hardware and custom cut the skins so that I may have a suitable backcountry experience.
|Suitably FUCKING PLEASED WITH OURSELVES.|
And so I did - about three weeks ago. Which I'm just now telling you about because I'm very behind on things. Which I know you will forgive me for because of the love that we share.
Also because I'm about to show you the cutest dog pictures ever. Brace thyselves for Backcountry Puppy Numero Uno...
|"OK! Here she comes!"|
|"Nice line, mom! I shall devastate and destroy it."|
|"Also, I need a treat from that pocket right there."|
Yes, to say that this dog loves the backcountry is an understatement.
|I'll just lie here while you deal with those ski sticks.|
And while we were hauling our wheezing asses up the mountain, this dog ran to the summit and back about 600 times.
|"Just icing my butthole."|
It was vaguely humiliating.
However, it was absolutely hilarious to watch her chase Bubba down the mountain, snowy dog buns aflyin' as she bobbed along in the chest deep (on her) snow suitably wrecking the pristine lines Bubba was laying down.
|And also mine. Thanks, puppy.|
Since she's taken such a liking to backcountry skiing, she's getting her own beacon, which only seems fair, right?
You can't have this much dog cuteness lost in the snowy backcountry.
Do with that what you will.
Thanks - love you, too.