There’s an unwritten rule in Wanaka that when it snows like it did last night, you’re half-expected to cut from work or school (maybe at least for the morning) to take advantage and get in a few runs. Well, it dumped almost two feet of fresh powder overnight and we’re looking at a bluebird day.
Robin and I are stoked to be chasing winter here in New Zealand, and it’s even better that we get to show our buddy Heath a bit of our world on the mountain.
We’d all gotten in a few good runs before Robin and I peeled off to the left to stretch our legs away from the crowds, boot packing up to check out the ridgeline. We’re headed back up after a run and I hear “Case!... Hey! Casey!”
Someone is calling out behind me, but it’s just me and Robin on this side of the mountain. We had started as a four-some but Heath Joske and Glen Casey, both surfers, were sticking to the groomed runs. As of yesterday, Heath hadn’t even been on a snowboard in 13 years – too busy chasing surf around the world.
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