I write from the couch at the Mission Beach bachelor pad where I will be converting the garage the new SIMR headquarters next week. I’m on my second bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios before Prison Break starts. Wanted to give an update from the Imperial tournament. Last weekend was super fun. It was so great to see everyone in my ski family. The SIMR crew was well represented at the home site for half the team. Some highlights include a 100 miles of bonding pavement out and back with Big Daddy Rush, quality time in the tower talking baseball with the great Phil Adams, and wrestling with Robert on the dock at the night party fully clothed into the freezing cold lake.
My first tournament of the fall, and first tournament since regionals (july), and first time on the water in 75 days, went pretty much as expected. I started the tournament with one round of tricks. Stood up my usual pass scoring 970pts. Next, I elected to do two rounds of jump back to back since I was the only 5.5ft jumper. My furthest jump was 123ft. It’s good to have one in the books for next season. Slalom was an udder mess. I didn’t have a vest, one side of my wing was bent 45 degrees the wrong way. I was actually quite shocked I made it around 5 ball. Well… I wasn’t half as surprised as the boat crew who probably thought I actually knew how to ski.
