Well its spring in the Sierra and that means Huckfest! This year we will be holding Huckfest 3.0 at the same location as last year. You need to ride a snowmobile out to the area and be ready for fun. We will be holding various races, drags, freestyle, raffle’s, bbq, and some DJ’s. We look forward to see you and your family, friends, and moms out there May 7th and May 8th. 10:00am till 4:00 pm, A two day extravaganza of epic spring snowmobiling and a glorious weekend of fun.
To get there: take North hwy 89 from Truckee CA 14 miles to Jackson Meadows Road (Little Truckee Summit OHV staging area) forest road 07: Park at the snow, jump on a sled and ride 7.5 miles out toward Jackson Meadows Rez. Look right and come on in.
TOUR
Togwotee Lodge to get some sled fuel. With the sun setting we had about a 30 mile trail ride back to the Ranch. Dang that’s way more trail than any of us had ever ridden, especially on our mountain sleds…. hahaha. It was nice to be out riding, and seeing new places, it is amazing that these other states have these state funded trail systems, but out here in California they would rather convict all us sledders for having too much fun. I just don’t get it.
It was awesome to be in a place where everyone likes snowmobiling and has one! So our day was one long super cold trail ride back from being over. It took quite a while to get back, and was very dark by the time we pulled in. We just made it to dinner, which was again “The Bomb”. Then for the 2011 Alpine Assassins film I made everyone do some interviews about the day and what they thought tomorrow might bring. It was a great way to get everyone fired up, even though it was below zero out side on the porch where we were doing the interviews….. So some tired cold riders sacked out with hopes to get to some bigger terrain for the next day.
Not two miles off the road we found the first zone to play on. Everyone hit a warm up drop, got a shot, then moved on. Just before Siig and I left the zone, Jake decided to air over a big volkswagen chunk of broken cornice. It was dope until he landed, he grabbed a lil trench and got tossed, full bail cart wheel. It was a good bail, soft and nothing was damaged at all. So we rode on to the next face. There was this nice large cliff atop a mountain, perfect run in, big drop over rocks, and a perfect landing. Anton and Ken shot up to the top to scope it. It was on. Anton dropped between the rocks over some snow, it looked good! Ken was lined up over all the big rocks. 
Looking big, off he went, a few seconds of air time and pow, sicky landing. It looked so good, Anton went back for another drop, which he went bigger than the last, stomped it and was riding down the landing, when baaaammm!! He and his sled got rocked, literally, huge cartwheel tumbling sled tumbling Anton. On the run out there was a wind blown patch that was hiding a watermelon size rock that Anton smacked exactly. Lucky enough his sled was rideable to get out with a taco’d lower A-Arm, bent S module, busted fox evolve shock, and bent rails. The good thing was he was ok, but a bummer he was done for the day. Well those two guys made that drop look so good that I decided to get some too. I spied a landing that would take me over one rock that was protruding just enough, I was all lined up on top and could feel the adrenaline pumping. Oh yea this is the first big air of the season with good snow, I was fired up. I judged my speed, lined up, and went for it. Oh the feeling of a big drop is one of a kind, especially when you cannot see over your hood until your half way through it, then the landing comes into view and you know its good. Pow I landed in some sweet soft snow and rode out with confidence.
It was awesome. Nobody else wanted some so the gang moved on. We found a smaller cornice roll that didn’t really have a good lip, but Ken pinned it and took it large 
(if you don’t know Ken likes to go big), he bombed a nice 60+ and caught a deep landing. After some more pow turns, Jake was into a line off it between Kens and this little tree….. Well kind of like a dart board, Jake got a bulls-eye. Yup he went for it. His line was looking good until he came off the top, accidently lined up on the tree, mid air he bailed out and his sled took out the tree perfectly. So that’s #2 wad from Jake, good thing it 
was super deep and he was yet again ok, and his sled was even ok. Some scratches but no bent parts……. Unreal. Some of the crew was over the zone and made their way to the top. After two wrecks, and I’m sure feeling slightly bummed, Jake found this cool hip that he and I hit a few times, then I saw Randy coming into the bowl. Wow he got parts and fixed his sled, it was around 3:00pm. Randy hit the hip and we then rode to meet up with the crew. The sun was getting lower and the light was epic. As we were getting some boondocking shots and I spied this cliff a little ways away. Ken, Randy, Siigo, Jake, and Oddo went to check it. Ken and Randy thought the landing was hiding too many rocks, but Jake seemed to want it bad. He and Oddo went to the top and Jake lined up, it didn’t look very good, but Jake was all about it. 
He dropped in, upon landing he tagged a rock (just like Ken and Randy thought) this time he broke his sled, the S module, Shock, lower A-Arm, and probably more. But he was ok again with just a few bruises, #3 wad I couldnt believe it. Some days just dont go that well, but way to huck Jake……. We grabbed some amazing sunset shots and then rode the 2 miles back to the truck. What a day! Now back to the Ranch for our last amazing dinner with Antonia, Brian, their kids Hunter and Walker, and cousin Stepheny the bartender. 
After our meal we all hung out in the bar section, broke out the lights and got Brian to give an interview about Wyoming and what his take is on the place. We finished up our stay with some good words and great high fives. It was an awsome stay at Triangle C Ranch, and if you ever get the chance you should get a meal or just some hang time with Antonia and Brian, they are some truly amazing people that know what it is to live! B.A.M.!!!
jump that looked old, had some other guys sled track in the landing, so Randy sacked up and hit it a couple times. Nice looking jump with this dead tree that he was almost jumping through and it was a full hip, so Randy was all flicked out. After that we didn’t have much sun, so we found as cool hill to shred tree lines in. A fun place and then a gnarly whoop trail out. At the bottom we saw a Red Bull wrapped sled, and judging by all the big snowboard jumps that we didn’t hit, but looked very tempting, we figured Travis Rice the snowboard bro bra visits the zone a lot. Since we roll with lots of stickers we figured it would be a good idea to tag this Red Bull sled with some AA love. Why not everyone likes stickers, I mean its even a full sticker wrap. We then drove into Jackson for some grub and a good bye for the team. A great three days of hard riding, with one big drop in the middle and killer pow.
This is going to make for a great segment in our 2011 film. So if you go to Jackson check out Togwotee because it has every type of riding you might be into. And definitely don’t forget to stop by to see Antonia and Brian, thanks so much for making our experience an unforgettable one. Ride on!! 
The roads had changed from dry to wet to snowy through the wee hours of the night and we could since we were getting close. We finally pulled into the border, then spent a 45 min ordeal explaining that the stickers on the side of the trailer”Snowmobile Rentals 530-536-8774″ were for Lake Tahoe snowmobile rentals, Full Throttle Tahoe, where Ken and I work. The patrol man didn’t seem to get it and kept asking us if the sleds in the trailer were rentals. About 5 times we told him that they were our personal sleds and we were going to ride some deep pow and kill it. Then he asked about sled registration, which if you live in Nevada you don’t have, this also was confusing to him. I think he finallygave up because he let us through and said to bring our titles next time. Wow for a minute I wasn’t sure if we were getting in. It felt good to be in another country withour sleds, in route to some of the best riding areas around. The trees were filled withsnow, the clouds were low, foggy at times. The roads were thick withgloppy snow and ice and making it a bit sketchy driving this heavy rig with the Canadian truckers flying by. We found a coffee shop in Castlegar to grab some breakfast and at hot cup of joe. Some patrons were telling us about how it has been snowing and they have the most snow in town that has been in 30 years. Since we were rolling without a road map and only with i phones and we only made one wrong turn, I found us a Canadian map to get us to Revy. We were on the final stretch and one ferry crossing to go.
John and Ken found this hot spring that was on the way and only a few miles from the ferry, so we stopped for a relaxing dip. We got on the ferry with the rig and pulled into Revelstoke a shot bit later.
Kenny that was up there had booked us some rooms at the Peaks Lodge and was there to great us. This place was dope! Restaurant bar, fuel, and riding to Boulder Mt. and Frisby Mt. right from the front door. Fresh snow all over, covered trees, roads, cars, and buildings. We knew the riding was going to be all time 6,000 plus feet above the lodge. After a while John Heston and Philip Yribar with 208 productions out of McCall Idaho, who heard we were going to Revy, showed up and we all got ready for tomorrow’s ride. It must be have been a good call to go to Revy instead of McCall if these guys came up too. 
was it the 500 foot elevation we started at? My sled was not too happy without changing the main jets. So after a bit of wire chasing and plugging and unplugging we rode up to the “cabin” which was at about 6,000 feet with an open meadow and even more sledders. We were in the clouds at this point and it was still dumping. The snow had gotten better and deeper, now riding off the path was only for the adventurous. Philips sled continued to have issues so he turned back to 
see if he could fix it that day so he could ride the next. We hooked up with a guy named Homer and he had 7 other sledders with him. So now it was , Me, Ken Evans, Kenny, John, Bling, John Heston, Homer, and these other guys. So Homer, knowing the area and given the foggy clouds and 10 foot visibility, lead the charge up the trail to the top, across areas we couldn’t see, down and up and around. Then we hit a treed meadow and took a break. It was a bit of a stuck fest but so good and deep. The only problem was not being able to see the terrain. Any bump would pitch you and you were already pinned to stay afloat. We all had a blast, but couldn’t film much. 
We made it back to the Cabin area making a loop. At 
that moment we saw the clouds lifting and sun was starting to poke through. We got a lucky afternoon/ sunset where we went up top and found some unreal terrain that Ken and I were scoping for the next day. The sun was setting and it got dark quick. We then made the journey down the mountain. Made it to the Peaks Lodge and went for some dinner. After some good brews and killer buffalo burgers at The Great White North we called it a night and crashed out so we could get to work the next day.
crew again, then Helmer, Bling, and Kenny caughtup with us. 
It was off the hook, we went to sugar bowl, Bull pen, turbo hill, and a bunch of other zones that I wasn’t concerned about their name but the terrain was dope. The clouds never went away, it snowed on and off, and wind picked up a bit. We found this lil drop and Dustin wanted some action. He went up and was scoping it out, picked a line and started to walk back to his sled. The cornice broke, it wasn’t a huge one but he dropped about 7 feet and clung to the crown. He wouldn’t have been buried but it does remind you that when its deep, anything can happen. Ken and John went up and tossed him a rope to pull him up because it was a vertical wall and he was just standing there. After some good riding and playing the ol fuel light came on and Dustin wasn’t sure how much he had either. 
We then went to the peak to catch sun set. 
Amazing view when the sun gets below all the clouds and lights up every peak with a alpine glow that was unreal. Another day on top of the world riding some epic pow. We rolled into the Peaks Lodge had dinner and passed out. One more day ahead of us.
DAy3 we were not in any rush, I missed breakfast withthe crew so went in and ended up sitting down with the owner of the Peaks Lodge Alek. He is one hilarious guy, loud and comical. We had a great talk and I explained what Alpine Assassins is doing for our 2011 film. So look for the segment on the Peaks Lodge. We will be heading up there again with more of the team. Alek decided to take us riding at his secret “Sexy Honey Hole” as he called it. So we fueled up loaded up and got on the road. It was the same direction we were heading back to the states so it was perfect. I can’t tell you where or what it was called, but I will say that it was the best day of riding on the trip. Just Alek, John Helmer, Bling Bling, Ken Evans, and myslef. It snowed all day on us but the trees were calling us. So we boondocked our way around and picked apart various areas of side-hills and tec lines. Super fun. Found some big cliffs for next time that we will definitely be dropping if the conditions are good and the visibility is available. We only saw 4 other selds that day and found out that its more of a locals only area, which would explain the looks from the other sledders. But not to worry my Canadian friends your secret stash is safe with us. We got back to the truck around 5, loaded up, tossed the wet gear in the trailer and set the cruise control for a 27 hour drive back. Yup the diesel didn’t turn off until we hit Bling Blings, and unloaded everyone else. What a week, thank you Kenney at nwmsrocks.com, John Helmer for the dope rig, Alek and the Peaks Lodge in Revy, and Bling and Ken for all pitching in for a great introduction to riding in Canada. I will be there every season from now on! 
