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My friends are all really cool. We all get along well, buy each other beers, shots, shoot each other with airsoft guns, hook each other up with gear, take turns on driving to the coast/mtns, scope lines, and buy each other beers. Sometimes we’ll even wait for each other.

The other night is one such example. All day at the ol’ J.O.B i was freaking out looking at the pass cams and getting more and more giddy with calls/text from other friends who don’t work 9 to 5 with reports of sic-ass pow, balls deep, white room, mega spray, whatever. I was super amped to get my ass off the Eastside and b-line it up to Snoqualmie Pass which had been closed for over 24hrs. They’d gotten something like 2 feet of new in that time so the night session was guaranteed to be ella sic.

Got to the meeting place on time (4pm) and met up with friend #1, aka Shane#2. At 4pm got a call from friend #2, aka Kopafeel (that’s your new nickname) stating he’s running a bit late. Cool, no problem…we’ll wait 10 mins. 10 mins turned to 40mins. In that time the Pass closed back down and we missed the boat. A few of my other friends made it up and were ’stuck’ at the pass with balls deep snow, lifts running and nobody up there. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

I used to live up at Alpental with Eli and when the pass closed and all the kooks (what i am now) from the city couldn’t get up there cause the pass was closed…shiiiit. That’s like a pow day times 10.

I could have had a pow day (or night) times 10 tonight but Kopafeel ef-ing blew it. He did make good though and bought Shane#2 and i some Mickey’s Ice.

Lesson learned: ‘No friends on a powder night.’