Banger photos keep coming in from Green Mountain Freeride.
Walking back up the stairs I hear Holly fumbling for her things.
Shae is still sleeping; I flip on her lights, ?wake up kid!?
I hear a grown and I go back to tending bacon.
Within minutes we are cruising towards Victor, Idaho.
Brady Johnston is leading the way in his white Chevy pickup.
We are on time and waiting for the photographers, 5:02 a.m.
The stars are still shining brightly as we put on our boots and strap our skis to our packs.
We are on the boot pack shortly with photographers in tow.
The sky slowly turns beautiful hues of purple and pink.
Two ravens fly above as the sun begins to shoot rays of orange light over Jackson peak.
I line up my drop and jump into the abyss?
