BY STEVE N KOTLE R BL UE NATI ON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
TO THE FANTASYLAND
OF FREESTYLE CAMPS, WHERE BROKEN BONES ARE NO REASON TO STAY HOME
When Tanner Hall approaches a jump he doesn't slow down, give pause or say a silent prayer. His skis stay dead straight. He hits the jump's runway with his shoulders square and his knees compressed and as the ramp starts to rise he rises with it. He stands tall as he lifts off and moves through the day's clear blue. Then he pulls his skis back so his tips point towards the ground and he crosses them so they make a neat X beneath his body. His arms spin and his head spins and his body follows. He executes a neat circle in the air, completing one of the hardest tricks in the sport, an "iron-cross helicopter." He does all this in a bright orange hockey shirt with his towhead
wrapped in a white Moxie visor. He doesn't know that moxie is a Yiddish word for courage and bravado, because he's 13 years old and at age 13 all he really
