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That was a lame joke in yesterday's blog. It was from "Anchorman" 'for those who didn't get it. Anyways, we were woken up by Greg, a homey guiding for Alaska Mountain School. He told us he thought we were dead, so he just had to wake us up. The weather proved to be the same, so we decided to try and carry a load of food to a cache at about 13,000 feet. We passed through "Windy Corner", a much talked about pass that holds true to it's name. We cruised on our skis, passing a couple of groups. After a while we came over a hill and were like, where did all these tents come from? Accidentally we had gone too far, all the way to the 14,000 foot camp. Oopsy. There was a ton of people, it's like a tent/snow wall city. After dropping our loads we headed back down and shredded some amazing snow... some places it was kinda gnar, but in quite a few I was able to score some face-shots. Back to camp, a burrito and a Red Bull. It definately revitalized my body and mind.
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