Grilo and the sled

For all the 3 of you who were waiting to see what happens next in the US with A, here we go.

Part 2

We were going through bad weather days in Salt Lake playing rock-band for way too many hours a day. I think we took our seconds of fame way too serious. As at some point Drew was on the couch with no t-shirt and sun glasses.  We got a few breakings in the weather so we hit one of the most famous kickers ever. The mine-shaft jump.
In our last days of the trip we went to Logan, probably the best filming terrain i have ever seen.
Our first bluebird day with about 40cm of blower pow: Drew and i go searching for a way to double to the top of the in-run for this jump we built earlier. As Drew disappears over the ridge, i start pining it harder getting a bit bounced around with the sled. Reaching the top with a slice of happiness on my face, since i didn't get stuck. Coming over the edge i find myself in a place i didn't want to be. Drew on my left parked. Me way to far on the right, a big long hill underneath me and a big windlip in-front of me. for some reason i thought i could jump the windlip and land into a sidehill and make it out. What an idiot. I pined it over the windlip cough air and was about 4m above the ground, i found myself shitting my pants from fear. i jumped off the sled and landed perfectly about 2m away from the sled. We both stop. A moment of happiness. Sled is not moving. I start running toward it. I fall. I look up. Sled starts to move. Fuck. I cant reach it. It disappears over the edge. Drew and i remain silent. Maybe it will stop in flat ground? Of course not. Loud bang. We are starring at the biggest tree as it shakes. The snow is falling from the branches. Maybe it is just the bumper. Of course not. The sled is totaled. The stooke is gone.
We got some more jumps and shoots in after that still....