Category Archives: Snowboarding
Over the years I have taken part in a few midnight missions, they are not always of the legal nature, but the stoke and memories of pulling something off under the veil of darkness is never easily forgotten. The earliest mission I can remember is liberating some plywood for a jump ramp that we “needed” to have, and the kind lady that shone her headlights so we could skate the wood safely home. Read more
When I was asked to be part of this project, I had absolutely no idea what I could write about, let alone that anyone would want to read. “NOW” is the most familiar, and so that is where it starts. I’ll probably swing from the past back to now and everywhere in between, but for now, well.. how many times can I say that word and not look like I am endorsing a new binding company? Read more
People often ask me who I look up to in snowboarding, and for sure, it’s the big-mountain chargers like Nico Mueller, DCP, Roman, and Travis Rice, but there are also a few out there that fly under the mainstream radar, people like Scott Newsome, who I take my toque off to for riding mountains the way mountains should be ridden and for being able to transcend their passions and visions into careers.
Every time I see a hand rail I instantly imagine sliding down it on my snowboard. The fact that I no longer possess any ability whatsoever to do such a thing never crosses my mind, yet this daydream is always the same. I wonder; when I’m an old man and must use handrails for their original purpose of assisting my walk down the stairs, will I still imagine locking into a backside lip slide? I sure hope so. Read more
We’ve had some unseasonably sunny weather so far this early season in whistler.
A decent early snowfall started off the winter with some resets here and there to keep things going but the backcountry has shaped up a bit differently. there’s a lot more exposed glacial ice, and things are a lot more lumpy and less filled in. this makes for some of the features we’re used to hitting being unridable but at the same time opened the doors for new terrain, steeper landings and gaps that we haven’t shot before. Read more
It was the loneliest birthday I can remember. I got on a flight the day prior and had three shitty layovers – Montreal, Heathrow, Munich or something like that – before arriving in Vienna, Austria sometime the following morning. I felt tired and sour, ripe with overseas residue. The bitter, wet Austrian winter air blasted my face as I stepped outside for the first time in 30-plus hours.
The first trip of the season sets the tone for beginning of every winter. the last few seasons i’ve always made of point of getting on some sort of road trip with a goal of having a awesome time with the crew and getting some good deep pow shredding and hopefully logging a shot or two. the last couple years i’ve been doing trips up around the revelstoke area but after checking the weather it seemed the north coast was getting smashed with early season storms and the terrace area already had a healthy base.
In the early ’90s The Guch was killing it. He was one of the leaders of the freestyle/jib movement coming out of Big Bear. He became the first rider for Volcom and held down a top spot on the Burton team. Then, in ’95 he moved to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. His sponsors thought he was dropping off the map so they promptly cut him and he disappeared from the public eye. That’s often the misfortune of visionary people: sometimes they’re a little too far ahead of the curve. But what The Guch realized is that he didn’t really know anything about mountains. Even though he was shredding slopes around the world, somehow the terrain he ended up riding always seemed the same. For him, leaving SoCal and embedding himself in Jackson and the surrounding Teton Range was the only way to truly progress. Taking a cue from street skaters who constantly scavenge cities for new spots or surfers who travel to find new waves, he set out to explore new backcountry terrain. And, well, we know how the whole backcountry thing turned out—a generation of pros have built their careers finding spots and filming in the middle of nowhere. Meanwhile, The Guch has been quietly pushing forward, until at age 38 he’s breaking into the spotlight once again.
Top Photo: The Guch in New Zealand by Scott Sullivan
The two-word term simply known as ‘The Grind’ has become synonymous with long days searching for terrain, swinging the shovel and chucking oneself in the pursuit of building snowboarding video parts. Given the constraints of a single winter season window, the necessity to go out day after day and take advantage of everything Mother Nature has to offer is the rule, thus creating a five-month ritual of many days on, few days off.
In the digital age, it’s easier than ever to relive the past. A simple swipe through your iPhone’s photo album will replace whatever dusty memory may (or may not) exist in your mind, providing mega pixels to reinforce the fact that, Yes, that did actually happen. With winter meeting a lackluster conclusion in Eastern Canada this past week (as anyone working in “the industry” will attest, this was one of our worst seasons in recent history), my pocket-sized memory reinforcer provided evidence that my 2011/12 snowboard experience wasn’t entirely bad. Honest. And here are a few of the photos to prove it.