These Ladies Made The Most Of 844 Inches At Mount Baker Last Year

words :: Anne Cleary

One of the simple pleasures of Mt. Baker’s non-high speed fixed grip lifts is the sightseeing—spend a day at the infamously localized mountain and you will witness a rider send something huge, or go fully underwater and emerge in a cloud of snow from a distance. Maybe you are joining the backcountry donkey show on a high pressure aprés-storm jump session and you see someone go for a huge backie off a cheese wedge step-down.

“Oooh that kid backslapped super hard but he rode it out—count it!”

Then as you look a little closer, you see a purple jacket—or maybe  it’s teal. You think to yourself:

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“Maybe it’s just modern manhood, masculinity undone – is that…? I thought it was a dude!”

Mad Trees presents We Heard You Need Gloves, a story of female athletes pushing and supporting each other over the course of a 844″ season.

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