The next day was met with blue skies and wind-fucked snow, but a forecasted storm decided to upgrade itself within a matter of hours and promptly spewed a few feet of snow. Suddenly the near death moments behind the wheel were worth it as Todd Ligare, Schroder Baker and I pitted ourselves in trench-town madness. Overhead blower was ingested and smiles were iced by a plethora of face-shots.
Don't believe me? Here's some evidence.
Ligare getting shacked.

Schroder getting pitted.

Josh Nielson, Greg Von Doertsen and Tigger documenting the trenching.


















