Monday I went to Copper thinking I was just a few hours from a back flip. I got a Woodward Air Bag ticket, thinking I’d be ready to throw immediately. After waiting around for the Woodward guy, I realized a couple of things: 1. he wasn’t going to be the least bit helpful and clearly didn’t want to be there, 2. straight air off the medium kickers in the terrain park scared me. So, instead of a back flip onto snow, I did a few on the air bag and spent the rest of the afternoon getting cozy with straight air.
After six or seven hikes from the bottom of the park to the top, and about the same number of rides up Flyer. I finally had it dialed in. Shins pressed to the tongues, waiting for lift off instead of dreading it dialed in. Next time back flip, you will be mine…
