It was late in the afternoon and the riders were winding down. Then, out of the blue, one unknown Hessian dropped in with his long blond hair flying in the air and pasty white chest gleaming in the sun. He came and went before anyone could get his name, but rumor has it he's known as Gnarly Charlie amongst the sled neck community. He flew by in a flash of neon and threw one trick. It was a shirtless double pelvic pump fashion air, a trick that is rarely executed correctly let alone with the style of this mystery rider. The crowd watched in awe, jaws dropped and eyes wide. It was ballet with a board. And as the he rode off into the woods Josh, doing what he does best, spouted out over the megaphone, 'Folks, that's what Hips and lips is all about. It isn't about looking good or landing your tricks. It's about wigs and chest hair and PBR.' I couldn't have said it better myself. Thanks for coming and we'll see you all next year.

-The Brotherhood.

Hips -N- Lips

    It all started with an awesome day of riding in the Lolo backcountry. It was initially a stoke that came from the mountain and ended up at the shop where I work. It was a breif mention of how the contest that weekend had sucked and how the riding at Lolo was awesome. Especially at this one spot that had a good hip and nice quarterpipe in the same proximity. The idea festered for a week then was born.
   Put on by the local rippers and sponsored by the local dot-com as the official release of their ski and snowboard pages. We would provide a totally free comp. Lable it as a party, judge it like a jam, and give the winner some prizes. No entry fee, no retarded invert rule, and free beer and BBQ, it was a good engagement. Three weeks later was the marriage. The week had left more then a 20 inches of snow and Friday sucked as we slaved away building the jumps in miserable conditions. Eight people and five hours later we were ready for the masses. Our initial approximation was 40 people, if we were lucky no more then 80. We had only stuck up fliers in the last few days before the comp and were totally going by word of mouth in fear of liability issues.
   Saturdays weather was perfect and the people came, over 120 at the last count. One after another rounding the corner half a mile away from the parking lot to find a stereo blaring and bodies flying. The festivities lasted nearly four hours, long enough to see more amazing things then thought possible in Montana.
   It was good to see the scene that came from Missoula I am proud to be part of that. I can't wait until next year, then hopefully I have a little bit more to spend. I defiantly think we need at least two kegs next year.
   A big thanks to all the Brotherhood who made this happen and all the people that hiked a mile in just to see a drunken huck fest, and finally to all the people out there that ride one stick or two and enjoy doing it.

-Lakes