beartooth basin

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Location: Beartooth Basin | Red Lodge, Montana.
Boarder: jade-flanagan
This place is a great place to do Summer Snowboarding. It was very extremely fun and a good way to get my snowboard feet back. I missed snowboarding very badly for several months since Winter has been over. Can’t wait for Winter!!!!!

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Beartooth really was just the most gorgeous thing. Me and Abe have been talking about going back and hiking Granite Peak, which is actually a fairly serious undertaking, not, like, dangerously so, but it’ll involve some planning, and there will be technical sections, I think its rated a Grade three or four scramble (with no climbing experience we’d want to rope up) but, we’re thinking with planning, fitness training, and obviously some climbing chucked in, and good weather, all will go smoothly. Really though, back to the trip we just did – It was a last minute decision, literally the night before we were like, hey lets snowboard tomorrow. In late June. Killing it. Early leave, but rad day. We drove past red mountain (in Montana) and they had the most gorgeous, crazy looking stone ridges, couple of hundred feet high. So rad looking.  Beartooth Basin itself was cool in the daytime, suuuuuper steep (that cornice, holy shit), and the weather the most mercurial thing ever – shirtless one moment, layered up and sleeting the next – but it was definitely a rad experience. When we were buying our passes, the woman asked me if I was Australian, because there was an Australian there with crazy blonde hair and a strong accent, called Scott. Didn’t even click, just laughed and said I was from NZ so we were probably cousins. Seconds later Abe walked into the trailer, and I was like, “Yo out of the forty or fifty people here, theres an Australian called Scott, rad right?” and he was like “dude, what if its Scott, like, Scott Scott”, and then it got all “whoaaaa oh my god, imagine if it is?!" 
So, we get our passes, and lightning safety warnings (if theres lightning, avoid the ridges aaaand the metal things), walk out of the caravan and ten or twenty metres to the drop in, and Mr Scott  is just chilling, hiking past. I yelled, and then we snowboard hugged, and it was the craziest co-incidence.