sup
sup all.
from Alaska.
dont know what else really.
heres a little poem to get to know me...
Its a long five miles up the white knuckle mountain drive
Icy turns don’t forgive a bit a place ripe for some shit to die
Past various training ranges home of the Alaska Stryker brigade
Under a fierily magenta sky that gradually sets all day
Once above the tree line you begin to see things in black and white
Misty and cold far away peaks so faint jus a hint remain in site
Then it’s a mad dash to get packed once doors open and boots hit the ground
the loud crunching snow, zippers, shivers and a lot of ‘come on” sounds
the walk starts out not that bad the first part begins on packed path
lookin like i got little wings strapped to the body of the Michelin man
straight up the summit stopping jus enough to keep our hearts from exploding
though it looks like it will take forever I know its less than an hour without slowing
as we get nearer to the top empty army barracks start to come into view
old bob wire fence and attack dog pens covered in deep snow like a dune
soon were passing dilapidated shacks in the mists of a military ghost city
loose sheet metal clashing against deserted buildings while sub zero winds hit me
we adopted a building for our own its got a fire pit on the down low
jus a place too kick it long enough for our boogers to become unfroze
once its time to ride, its a ten minute glide thru virgin powder
carving that bitchs back up brutal as my board viciously rips down her
peace
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