Crisp groomers to warm up the evening getting the right vibes.
Gnarly sesh through the park to show of my mad skills.
1 on 1 race through a boarder cross track to see how she handles competition and a bit of hands on aggression.
Gotta finish with the soft fresh powder to cool of the evening.

hmmm. probly would be taking a chick up to alaska and go up to the backcountry eat a few pbjs and then take some shrooms and board while tripping. somethin like that.

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My snowboard date would involve me, a special lady shredder, and a ripe powder packed mountain. Firstly, we would arrive at our on-hill chalet to a breakfast fit for a king. Then, after filling ourselves for our day of shredding, we would walk the 50 yards to the Gondola and head up to the top for some epic first tracks and powder shots. After a long day of excellent shredding (with a small break for some on-hill lunch and beers), we would ride down to our chalet, have a meal fit for royalty, and then spend the rest of the night relaxing away in the outdoor hot tub that is on the chalet’s deck. :)

My Dream Snow Board Date would be with my Wife at Northstar. We would ride all morning with no lines at the lifts, and then go get some good food from the lodge and go have a picnic over looking Look Out Mountain. And then Snowboard the rest of the day, with no lines at the lift. At 4pm when the lifts stop got back to our room and get ready for some dinner at a fine resturant!

First off spend some time in the lodge with her for breakfast or early lunch. Second buy her a lift ticket to show some class and just shred all day long. Come in for dinner at the hotel at the base of the mountain and do it all again the next day

Spending the day at a smaller resort like Solvista so the lady and I can shred all we want without having to worry about bumping into other people. Enjoy a nice drink outside on the patio and then also ending the day in a hot tub when it’s snowing lightly outside.

first of all it would be a pow day riding through north star, hit the fresh pow on the backside. then grab lunch with Linn hang cause she is hell hot. then cruise through the park and hit there 22 foot pipe. That would a dream date/ day

The dream date.. My dream date would consist of not one, but two beautiful women. Elegant foreigners from a land of snow, a land where lady’s were expected to shred, encouraged to ride and keep up with the boys, a place where one could find the perfect woman for the perfect snow life. After a few encounters at my local mountain, the women invite me to come with them to this wonderland.. the land that they hail from. “This is it”, I say, as I am transfixed by the beauty of the two shaking out their hair after a long day on the slopes. A beauty so natural and deep that even the roughest day on the mountain could not wither or dim the radiance. we proceed to take enter the women’s cabin at the resort. “To make it to the place” they say, “you just have to eat these mushrooms..” At this point I was a little worried, but I had seen my share of fungi and I sure wasn’t opposed to trying this out. Upon consumption I lay back, reclining with two beautiful snow bunnies in my lap, and drift to the place that dreams are made of. I’m drawn back by the sound of laughter, but drawn back to where? Everywhere I look is white.. and after orientating myself I begin to see I made it. I’m in this winter magical land. The two ladies are strapping in next to me. “Let’s go!” they shout as they begin to ride off. I look around, and see a snowboard. MY snowboard! All my gear is there. i strap in, and begin the best riding of my life. The snowfall is continuous, but many snowcats groom an ever-present superpark. If park riding isn’t your game, helicopters await to take you to zones unimaginable on earth. all but a stones throw away.. After sampling all of these… I begin to slip away again. i am brought back by a loud SMACK.. Waking up in a bed is a shock. the door swinging on it’s hinges alerts me to the sound that awakened me. The two women were gone, as was my wallet and my car keys. oh well, I would trade a million car keys to experience the world I was shown in that dream date…

The Dream Date would start with waking up already next to my dream girl in the morning. Open the curtains and be stunned of what the night has brought. Lots of unexpected powder and a beautiful sunny scenery all over the slopes. Quick breakfast, taking the first lift to the peak and the day starts as it should…. enjoying what ´mother hulda´has brought. Fresh, dry powder. No lines and we ride all morning! Down in the valley I´ll give her a kiss and then we ride again. and again. again until we´re just too overwhelmed and too exhausted. We start to enjoy what we just had. Sitting at the lodge, having a cold german beer and looking trough our sunglasses on the slopes we have ridden all morning. A dream day couldn´t be better!

Well my wife she don’t like snow, so I would take my best bud Michael to Mount Washington on Vancouver Island to shred the deep deep pow! After tearing up the slopes we’d chill in the hot tub with cuban rum and cigars then have copious local crafted beers and steaks at the Alpine village resort restaruant. And we’d be soooo pimped in those jackets it would be ridiculous! Yes it would a bromance but the d00d did save my life five years ago! I had a heart attack while mountain biking…..so this ‘date’ could be a nice way saying thanks for the electro-shock therapy!

My boyfriend and I both started riding on the same day and since then have always dreamed of heli- riding in Valdez. My perfect date would be to spend the day riding in the alaska pow under blue skies and spending the night at the base in a little cabin stocked with some beers.

After the last lift sneak with my special lady into the mountain skilift cabin. Share the food and drinks I took with me, keep us warm with a pair of good ‘jackets’, and after that with each other. To be the first in the morning to set the lines in the powder…..hell yeah..

So me and this bitch right…. We at Park City slayin the park, right. Shes just there lookin good like she should and im doin my thing. This is spring time. Then, we teleport to Mammoth, hit some more park and shred the pow for the rest of the day all while crackin some brews and lightin up the doja. Then this date ends with one big pow shot and i end up with 2 new sick ass jackets.

Starts out with Bacon, Bacon, Egg, Jalapenos, and Fruit in our helicopter ride the way to some nevertouched (virgin grandma) snow. Hit the gnar, hit the trees, get safe, hit the gnar again. Bacon Bison Burgers RARE for lunch with a few nice IPAs, maybe Stone, maybe dogfish head 90 minute, maybe both. Get safe again, hit the booter that we’ve been working on, bang out some new tricks flawlessly. Repeat last sentence ’til dark. Sushi and Saki in the chopper ride back to the hot tub.

Waking up to a hot breakfast cooked by my girl Rosie Jones. She does her thing during the day and lets me do mine. Full powder day with just my boys. The location doesn’t matter. Come home to a dinner she cooked. Couple of drinks after dinner and then we get down to business. You knoowwww.

Well I remember this time when I was teaching my girl to snowboard down a little hill. She flipped and hit her head on the ground, cause there was little snow then. I ran to her, took off my jacket and put it under her head. She was just laying there and smiling at me. Knowing the poor money situation that we are in, it seems that even little pieces of clothing mean a lot in these kind of occasions. Even though we don’t have the opportunities to go abroad, to the mountains or so, we have winters here in Lithuania. And that’s when we get the chance to do what we both love doing. The date wouldn’t be all glamorous and expensive. Something humble. A thermos full of hot coffee at nighttime on the same little mountain. One snowboard, lots of inexperienced emotions. Cause it might be the last winter we’ll be together at this same location..

Just Me and My Teter. —

“Where is she? She was supposed to be here an hour ago.” I said as the sun began to set on Okemo Mountain. I finally unstrapped and sat at the top while the chairlift made its empty rounds one after the other. After another 15 minutes of making mini terrain courses in the snow and throwing snowballs at the lift, The silhouette of a goofy footed angel broke over the hill. “Sup fool, where the hell you been?” she said as her words sounded so full of love and innocence. I just stood there unable to speak in awe of her majestic beauty. “Are you ok? You look like crap… Well quit with the shenans and let’s hit this thing.” she yelled. It was hard to move while I was wearing two Ripzone jackets one on top of the other. I never knew Vermont got this cold in early spring. “Hurry up, my mom said I had to take you out because you’re a friend of the family or something. I got a rager to go to tonight.” Her jokes made me laugh as I was trying to keep up with her straight-lining the hill. I fell a few times but it was ok because I was with my Teter. Oh Hannah.

When we got to the bottom of the hill I had prepared a pick-nick basket of treats so I took off one of my jackets, the plaid one, for me to set everything on top of. “Are you serious?” she quickly sputtered. “Yeah I thought we could have a little sunset sesh of some treats.” I explained. So as we sat there while she was cleaning her Olympic gold medal and hash tagging pictures on instagram, she finally looked at me and said “Dude get your hand off my ass.” It was ok because I had already snapped a picture and tagged her and hash tagged #hannahteterheater. So we sat there drinking beers she said were “heady hops”. I just went with it because I was in the moment. After we both Hula Hooped, double hoola hooped even; she asked if I had some money for gas which I gladly gave her a hundred dollar bill. Why? Because my Teter gets it. Me and my Teter had the best night ever. Now I just have to get her to respond to my phone calls, text messages, facebook messages, instagram tags, chair lift cat calls, and twitter messages. #meandmyteter

My dream snowboard date. Spending it with scarlett johannsenn. Even if we did’t snowboard. or even touch the snow.

I apologize for the length, but my dream snowboard date deserves lots of description! I wake up at the crack of dawn, the musical stylings of various cinematic composers running through my mind as I watch the glorious sun break the ominous crags of a beautiful Alaskan mountain range. I move quickly-for the day must be seized. Slipping on a long sleeved underarmour and Pulling on my snowboarding pants, a smile creeps across my face as I think of the great day to be had. Quickly, I hop in a cherry red helicopter and exclaim, “Why hello Wilheim Jeffrious the Third, would you kindly pick up my date in this magical flying machine?” Wilheim, not used to such courteous speech directed towards him, exclaims, “Indubitably good sir, I have your hot chocolate and cinnamon rolls in the back of this chopper, just for you!” I strap on my Ride boots, pulling the laces back and forth, much the same way children learn how to ski for the first time. As I pull on my Ripzone Jacket, I gently press a cup brimming with molten chocolate to my lips and draw deeply from it, much the same way sophisticated entrepreneurs in high class hotels sip their alcoholic drinks of choice. I know today will hold crazy and dangerous experiences, so I put on my helmet and snap my goggles against my face. As the helicopter descends sweetly at the base of the mountain, I shake Wilheim’s hand and he wishes me the best of luck. Then I see her, the most beautiful girl in the entire world, leaning nonchalantly against a 2013 Arctic Cat Sno Pro 500 snowmobile and smiling at the sight of me. She tells me her name is Bailey and she would assist me in having the time of my life. I throw my foot over the right side of the snowmobile, feeling the leather on leather action of my gloves against the throttle and brake. She mounts the snowmobile behind me, and slips her hands under my arms. I turn the key in the ignition of the snowmobile, feeling the engine purr in the magnificent machine. I take off, climbing ever higher up a snow capped mountain until i reach the summit. She exclaims, “Have a great ride, I’ll ride the snowmobile down and pick you up.” I wink sexily at her, and strap into my Ride Slackcountry snowboard, feeling truly at home with my boots sitting comfortably in the bindings. Feeling like the worlds ruler, I begin my descent. The powder feels like butter, as I cut smoothly through at breakneck speeds. Most people would feel scared in this situation, but I feel completely in control as i swiftly maneuver through beautiful nature. The powder I cut through leaves a thin snake behind, and I reflect upon all man has done. I don’t need any music in my ears, the cascading snow providing the soundtrack for my adventure. As I near the bottom of the mountain, I spot Bailey on the snowmobile, waiting for me. The rest of the morning is filled with various adventures through Alaska’s beautiful mountains. When i feel hunger gnawing at the bottom of my stomach, I tell Bailey, “This morning has been amazing, but I’m feeling quite famished.” She makes a quick call on her cell phone, and Wilheim is back, this time carrying a cargo of Alaskan seafood. Bailey and I feast on this delectable lunch, while discussing matters of Politics and extreme sports. I ask her where to next, but she differs the choice back to me. I tell Bailey to grab a board, because I would love to ride with her in the afternoon. She deftly maneuvers to the back of the helicopter, her Riptide jacket glowing in the mid day light. Instead of big mountain riding, I decide I would like to try some tricks on the airbag in the afternoon. I call my butler Jeffry, and he sets it up quick. Wilheim then flies us up to the top of the mountain and I breathe in the crisp air. I hop off of the landing point and feel the snow rush through my legs as I fly down the hill. As I reach the takeoff ramp, a mixture of terror and exhilaration run through me as I wind up for the launch. Through the air, I don’t feel myself turning-rather- I feel myself standing still as the world turns around me. Although onlookers see a jump through the air, I feel a millennium pass by. I am no longer a man, but one with the cycles of nature as I float through time and space. When I finally land, I realize that this has been the most profound experience I have ever felt, and hurry to do it again all afternoon, while playfully flirting with the beautiful Bailey. When the sun slowly descends again over the mountains, I look at the wonderful woman I had spent the day with. I don’t think, I just move. A single kiss, while the world stands still. I say nothing, but board the helicopter and fly home. As I ride in the helicopter, I ponder the day and it’s meaning. I think how this was truly the most amazing date anyone could have ever imagined, and I feel blessed to be able to experience it. I crawl back into my bed, and sleep awaits me like an old friend. Written by Elijah Charles Jarocki on the 29th of June, 2012.

screw all these long comments- we would lap the park pushing each others limits. thats it cause its a snowboarding date.

Uhm, she waxes my stick, that’s about it! ; ) And she’s always there waiting for more when I come home…, :oO lol Yeah, right!!

A snowboarding trip to beautiul Colorado; two breakfasts; and a mid-day performance by the Snowbirds- then we would just go home and watch snowboard movies.

I would go up to Blackcomb and build a back country kicker and shred it all day!

A walk on the beach (@ A Basin) followed by Champagne (glade in Vail). Then I’d nosepress her box, she’d lipslide my rail and finish with fresh white face shots for the lady.

just do snowboard

My “dream date” would be spending the day with my son on the slopes in our new Ripzone jackets!

Snowboarding. And sex.

Just riding with her some pow while it´s snowing little snowflakes and kissing her while the air gets crystalised by the sun making the snowflakes glitter.

Alright, first of all, my dream snowboarding date, I’m sorry to the women out there, but I’m taking a couple of bros, I mean the girl can come if she wants, but we aren’t going to wait for her. We start off with some waking up at the peak of dawn, bringing out the sleds for a day of backcountry slaying. But wait, Even after we get some clips and have the best day somebody could imagine, we still have about 3-4 hours of night shredding, and that means we go and destroy the park now. And i’m not talking about your usual till night shred, we go all out, we attach some futureristic light on the camera, shoot the most revolutionary night park footage to add onto our already Art of Flight backcountry video. After all this fun, we’re still shredding and stay until the last chair, and hike some features till closing also. By the end of the day, we’re excited beyond our belief and slowly head to our rooms at the lodge. As we slowly walk towards our rooms, we hear a intense and heavy bass with people screaming and we just thought right there, our day isn’t over. We quickly clean up and get to the party which just happened to be the one that every prude and cranky old man in the state were complaining about. After about 3 hours of just pure partying fun, we finally decide to grab something to eat since because we all lost track of our time and appetite due to, I mean who else would think of eating during this day. And whaddya know, Epic Meal Time just happened to be our next door neighbors and invited us over. It’s 5′o clock in the morning, everybody is now asleep, everybody dreaming about what the fuck just happened today considering the amount of awesome we covered, the girlfriend comes to you, severely disappointed in today for not being included and being left behind at times. And this is where you show your girl some attention too, if you know what I mean. Then there, in the morning you realized that the lottery ticket you bought a week ago one the mega millions and so did your girlfriend’s, you ask her to marry you right then and there, and live happily and shredding ever after, since you found the perfect girl who would go through all that and not complain and bit and still loves to shred.

Wake up nice and early cook my girl, my bros, and I some breakfast and hit the slopes ASAP. Shred all day and all night stopping for a quick lunch and dinner, Although other than that we just chill on the slopes and hit the terrain park!

get pussy on the chair lift just to say i have! then shred and shred some more.

my dream date would entail, shredding with jamie anderson, then marrying her at lunch then more snowboarding

the lady and I would get up leisurely, hit up wahoos fish tacos for lunch, then head on up to the slopes for a couple hrs and hit some trails. pick up some dinner at a dive joint closer to the mtn. head back for some midnight runs and some fun and take her on a groomer ride..chicks love groomer rides trust me

My dream snowboarding date would be in Mt. Hood at HCSC and last all week long. Weather we are daring each other to do a harder trick down the slopes, or just chilling by the campfire,it would be packed full of fun events. We’d goof around and act like a bunch of kids. When we get done with the snow for the day, we’d head back to main camp and hangout with all the other campers or just chill. From challenging eachother in the skatepark or on the hill, to relaxing by the fire, I would enjoy every second of it.

We’d wake up at the break of dawn in our cabin and I’d have a ready and cooked breakfast for him to eat in the car. As soon as we got to the resort, we’d go straight to the lift and shred for hours. He’d give me tips on how to land the 540s. I’d ask him advice on how to hit the jibs or what to do when i’m trying something new. He’d congratulate me and support me on the new tricks i’d land. I’d do the same for him. Maybe i’d film him for a new edit that his friends and he is doing, if he wanted me to. As lunch came around we’d enter the lodge for just a small lunch knowing we were going to get food on the way home. After that we’d spend a few more hours snowboarding. When it was time for the resort to close we’d pack up and leave and go to the closest red box in town. We’d pick out a few movies that we could watch when we got back home. We’d also pick up some in n out, because we all know in n out is the best after snowboarding. Once we got home and finished our burger we’d heat up the jacuzzi in the backyard and relax with some music playing looking at the stars. Maybe skinny dip. After that, we’d go in bed and cuddle up close to watch the movies we got from red box and fall asleep.

Date while snowboarding? Haha yeah right! Snowboarding alone is way more awesome than a single date! I would probably end up ditching my date, then hitting the park by myself and the tunes! Whenever I hit the slopes I get in my own zone anyways so I don’t think my date would appreciate going with a guy that wouldn’t stick with her! Besides, if my board Roxanne found out about my date she would most likely slide out on the boxes, and try to catch some edges! (She can get pretty jealous!) So I would much rather have just an awesome day snowboarding than having to worry about some chick tagging along with me!

Snowboarding is an action packed sport. Not many things can compare to the exhilarating feeling of snowboarding. Except putting my P in some V. Why not combo the two smelly and sweaty quests and get two birds stoned at once, or however the saying goes. A glimpse of this adventure would happen like this. I would lead my date into the wilderness of the worlds remote mountains and we would carve away the canvas under our boards. The gentleman I am, a man who discovered the wheel and built the Eiffel Tower out of metal and brawn, I would encourage yet protect my date on this demanding trek. When the body begins to wear down, thats when we would spot out our camp along the journey. Laying down on mother natures doorstep we would pop a bottle of the cheapest wine, cause I’m poor, but i’ll play it off as the Lil Wayne of wines. She won’t know the difference. Endorphins will spike and there is the second wind. Magic!

We would go snowboarding than eat some food after 2hours than go snowboarding pretend that i am hurt to get some hugs:) than go home and drink hot chocolate by the fire place

Drop off at the top of the mountain and back country half way down to a pre located spot for warmth, and take the back country down and hit the park for a friendly competition.

Take a hellicopter to the top of a New Zealand glacier, shred untouched tracks til we find a cave. Fight the yeti out of the cave, bone for a little bit, grab a nice after-bone meal. Repeat.