Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
my friends head cracking against the log is a testament to why front boards are so gnarly. felt like slow motion to watch momentum stop as his heel edge digs into timber. the chances of correction are near impossible. you really have to just settle & take whats coming. that was my introduction to Justin Ibarra. we said hello then I watched him eat shit on a log jib. Pictured above is Justin not eating shit. The dude kills it.
*All season Justin supplies the crew with muffins he would bake...hit up the muffin man, he'll hook you up.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
While recently visiting my family I found stacks of photos I cut out from the pages of early Snowboarder and TransWorld Mags. As it goes for many of us, the older skate kids next door were the first to expose me to snowboarding. Being handed all their old magazines, my walls were covered in images of neon & stalefish.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
"A gun rack? A gun rack. I don't even own a gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack."
Its Wayne!..out on bail & CRUSHING the rail! Wayne & I got caught ducking rope last season. Fun came to a hault when the chairlift abruptly stopped at the top. The Ski Patrol was waiting for us. We were done for, so we just kept completely silent. Our session was ruined & the patrollers were about to get their "catch of the day". We handed over bogus lift tickets & they huddled to observe the "tickets". Confusion stirred as the patrollers wondered what we gave them..I think I actually handed them a receipt from The Goat.. As they unstrapped their skis, they were forced to turn their backs for half a second. In that half a second, without saying a word, & with a confident head nod from each other, Wayne & I broke out. We blasted right into the backcountry. Nuking through the trees we eventually lost each other. The last view & the last time I saw Wayne for the season was him galloping away with his snowboard on highway 6. Since then hes been traveling the country, doing gainners into sketchy rivers, and catching early mornings to wakeboard. Party on Wayne. -garth