We had to wait for confirmation, but they did it. On April 15th, the Ricks almost certainly snagged the first half-flying descent of the formidable Hyak. Even if it isn’t the first half-flying descent of Hyak, the Ricks are still claiming it.
On perhaps the first nice day of 2017, the ricks set out for Hyak. The hallowed grounds of a backwards-running chair lift and the steepest, most extreme piste this side of I-90, this would be the true proving grounds for ski flight.
Summit fever is a real phenomenon. As humans, we are transfixed on going to the top no matter the cost. In many instances, this is a fatal state of mind. No joke. Look it up. Therefore, it is a reasonable and understandable conclusion that it is even more difficult to intentionally set out with an objective that is only half way up a mountain. We tried contacting several renowned sociologists and psychologists about our theory, but none really gave us the time of day. We took that as tacit approval of our findings.
We saw a group of mountaineers, donned with gaiters, ice axes, and helmets, tattered from their harrowing ascent. Were we getting in over our heads? Had we underestimated Hyak?
Adding a little bit of spice was the slush. It was warm, and Snoqualmie is basically at sea level, so the slush was going to be a factor. Would it be glue? Would our skins even allow us passage up the mountain? We saw a group of mountaineers, donned with gaiters, ice axes, and helmets, tattered from their harrowing ascent. Were we getting in over our heads? Had we underestimated Hyak?
Kyle took flight. A majestic, near perfect-10 launch, followed by a quick turn and a semi-into-the-hill landing.
Kit took flight next. The little cloud is a peppy wing, but Kit was down in no time.
Grant brought out saggy grandma tits XT16 and took it for a quick burner, complete with dirt patch gap flare action.
After several more rounds of ecstatic fluffing from our fluffer Rowen and some more flights, it was time for the after party.
After a massive communication gap and potato directions, we finally ended up at a fantastic dispersed campsite in the Teanaway. There, dos party starters kept the grove going as the ricks indulged in a giant salmon fillet and a respectable amount of alcohol. A jetlagged Kyle went to bed early. The ricks threw dirt and beer cans at his tent in protest.
We continued the after party into the morning. R Kelly ripoff coming soon!
Alas the weather window had closed. The winds were brutal, and the ricks were quite exhausted from celebrating their accomplishment. After a quick tour to savor Hyak, it was off to XXX Root Beer for a healthy dose of artery-clogging burgers and monster shakes. Rowen didn’t get a milkshake though. RICK!!
Stay tuned for more claims and certain rickdom!