Last week I done did some spontaneous shit and booked myself a ticket to L.A. It’s not as though I hadn’t been thinking about it for a while, but I just pulled the trigger and left with about 4 days notice. The idea was to head back to Utah and shred because I have not been back for a few years and my friend Shanes’ blog told me it was amazing.
I hate flying so much, so so much. I am so lucky the day I had in L.A. made it all worthwhile. My good friend Drew pick me up from the airport and showed me some cool shit. We smashed Chipotle then headed out to the ranch, then to Malibu, here are some photos.
This is from the roof at a friends house in Malibu. Not a bad view.
My name is Chris and I enjoy long strolls on the beach…. We went swimming too, middle of winter, no wetsuit. Tough as nails.
Panda the big newfoundland and a killer plastic shoe.
My Mum would be sooo stoked on this photo.
All the above animals can be found at the ranch..
Now I am in Utah. Rick picked me up from the airport and instead of getting some much needed sleep we headed to a hotel to have a spa with Marc and the Comrie clan. So far we have been up to Brighton two days in a row. Huge thanks to Jared Winkler and the Brighton team for allowing us back every year, the only place to go in Utah besides Cafe Rio (just kidding, there are plenty more places, like the gun Range, I just haven’t been there yet).
Two thumbs up for Sunny Days.
Marc decided to not push his luck after this little run, so we headed home.
It’s early days, so plenty more action to come, big storm-a-brewing, so get ready for some pow.
