We had a snow/wind/sleet/rain day yesterday, and the boys felt the need to brave the weather to get in some shredding. We plodded out across the field into stinging sleet, and Oscar weaved himself through 500 waiting burdocks for a first ever run on his PowderJet. Grabbing the board came onto his radar recently, but he's not trying to hear my explanations on what constitutes acceptable grab locations. Good for him!
We're looking at two to three inches of snow and ice, sleet driven by 45 MPH winds, and a 9 year old on a wooden snowboard built by his old man. That's some country punk.