A skin track and a line… evidence of a good moment shredding.
Tracks tell you a story, some good, some bad. Some tracks are like vandalism, equal to crappy scribbles of profanity on a bathroom stall, while others look like a masters brushstroke on a pristine canvas. Some tell tales of harrowing adventures, close calls and ruin. A perfect backcountry barcode strip of a jump landing, proof that everyone stomped the landing…or the straight line broken up by impossible cliff bands and perfect symetrical turns connecting transitions.