we are located in Silverthorne..221 Warren Ave....google maps that shit if you're lost. the warehouse is on the road just before Wildernest, Behind FedEx. party on.
after a visit from chris rose we decided its time to take a few steps back and turn away from the digital age. for maximum photo performance in optical precision we've decided we'd rather wait two weeks for film to develop and gamble with our photo "accuracy". crossing our fingers in anticipation to whether or not we actually "got the shot". i found these two cameras in denver for 3 dollars, they are the ultimate. fuck photoshop, lets see what really happened...
Been sitting here at home nursing the knee waiting for the time to come next week where I fly back Colorado for closing weekend at Copper. I found some stuff that hasn't been used yet and threw it together to a song of my buddies band from Chattanooga, TN. Don't worry, I didn't ruin the surprise of the rad stuff for the film.
broken collarbone, two separate breaks in her spine, broken nose, surgery on her right eye, and a medical bill that could put all the scrubs at the keystone foodcourt through college. lomo has been ripping all year and was just finishing up filming with us for the season. wanting to get some more shots from breck, she came back turbo-worked but not broken. shes made it through her surguries and we all wish her luck in a speedy recovery to put her back in the saddle at mt. hood this summer.
times are tight and unexpected medical bills dont make things any easier. while doctors are rad and did a great job helping fix lomo, they need to get paid too. i happened to be in the hospital room when the financial department gave lomo the great news on the tab she just acquired. im not sure if she wants everyone to know what the medical bills are, but i assure you it is no joke. the point is, lomo might need some help and we are in the middle of setting up a way to donate. any help at all is appreciated. until then, good luck lomo. you slayed all season.
The end of the winter season is approaching us and this means it's time to start the winter movie, "WEareALLweGOT" featuring local Summit County riders! Expect a teaser within the next few days and details bout the DVD release party/premier!
after two solid days of building, shoveling, shaping, and pushing snow throughout the ghost town, big tuck steps away from his throne of broken sleds and gets down to business.
in order to get up, you need to get over. the shelves that once organized and categorized rise again to serve a whole new purpose. lalo drops in and shakes all the cob-webs out.
the cars on fire and there's no driver at the wheel. and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides. a dark wind blows. the government is corrupt. there were all so many drugs with radio on and the curtains drawn. were trapped in the belly of this horrible machine. and the machine is bleeding to death. the sun has fallen down and the billboards are all leering and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles. it went like this. the buildings tumbled in on themselves. mothers clutching babies. picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair. the skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards. everything washed in a thin orange haze. these are truely the last days. we fell into it. like a daydream. or a fever.-godspeedyoublackemperor
high in the hills we found what we were looking for. endless backcountry terrain and urban obstacles seated deep and steep. i think this is the closest we can get to nuclear gnar. especially after all the grim legends and haunted tales. the blackbirds circle in pockets above mounds of snow and buildings decay. pushing further and further from the resort our ghost town has brought new awareness to how we spend our day to slay. from the bear hibernating in the basement of the house weve been using as a wall ride to the government issued toxic land advisory, there is always another skeleton in its closet. get in, get scared, get building, get to shred, get out....dont get caught.
we shredded Gilman the other day and listened to the descendents the whole way up. a girl from breckenridge made me a mixtape with "sour grapes" on it when i was in junior high. i think i figured if you were into snowboarding you had to be into the descendents. they ripped. she sent it to me when snowboarding could be punk rock and zumiez couldn't have a clue to claim it.
While I sat here icing my knee on this ever so comfortable couch with my season over, I was rolling through footage from Saturday. I then figure'd I would throw some clips together and try to give ya a few runs down copper since we've gettin some fresh. Kept this one short n to the point. Snow was deep, fresh, and fun...until I hit THAT rock. A tobaggon ride down the mountain, a visit to the hospital with no insurance, xrays,and a few calls to the parents, i find myself all braced up with torn ligaments in my right knee. Next stop is Canada for a few months, yay for free health care...hopefully. I still have to visit the orthopedist to get the final word from, but it's not looking good....surgery, therapy, the whole shibang.
Go ride, have fun, wear a shred ready helmet, and dont hit any rocks. More riding n debauchery to come here in the next few weeks for Episode 4
So there has a been a plague of no snow in colorado recently, which has turned us into raging alcohalics, which is why there is more drinking than riding. But in the couple days we did get to film, Ryan, Joe, Justin, Greg, and the boys threw down in Catalyst at Copper n killed it.
Tunes: Freeland- Under Control (Alex Metric Remix)
SLASH is best known as the former lead guitarist of heavy metal rock band Guns N' Roses, with whom he performed and recorded between 1985 and 1996. Lalo making his first cut the deepest and bringing back some slash.
*meet Lalo. he speaks very broken english in short breaths between cigarrettes, smahing chips ahoy, and inhaling chicken tenders from 7-11. lalo rips, he needs you to get him a new board or some sort of deal on a new board because he clobbered his doing some sort of back noseblunt switch 270 out to revert backside lipslide on a down flat up down flat down down more flat up rail . until then he'll be riding with torn edges, springs, loose screws, smoke, and clutter falling from his board. his pants are broke too. there he is in the backcountry, stepping away from the park and into the unknown. that day, as everyone was eating lunch at the snowmobiles, Lalo pulled out a two day old burger king cheeseburger. he saved it tightly wrapped and smashed in the bottom of his bag to ensure maximum taste. as Lalo bit into his very cold and flavor soaked burger a feeling of accomplishment overwhelmed him. Finally Lalo made it to America and was eating american hamburgers and hitting backcountry booters.
rambo never quits. never. we haven't been to the resort in weeks because rambo keeps bringing us back to the combat. battlecat rides alongside bringing more of us deeper and further into the backcountry to slay......and the hand warmers work.
there's me and justin, shit was wild sketch. finding this was a complete accident. it felt like we'd found a new secret skate spot. vail pass, come with because there's always room for 6 more on the sled.
Alex Gvojic (you can google him) made sure I get this for the blog. This is genius. Perfect ad campaign. As awkward as it was to be driving on I-70 and look up to a 40 foot billboard of Shaun White puckering his lips while looking like he sang for aerosmith, I would have to say this is a far superior advertisement. Direct and to the point, these glasses are thermonuclear protection.
long days of riding and early morning hyseteria generally end with a house full of dudes passed out on various couches and crawled into corners. nevermind the boots coming off or the additional layers danny told you to wear...keep all that extra garbage on and get cozy. let all those smells in there fester for the moment. get with it and get to getting lazy. after all, todays shred was hot, reckless, and totally insane.. how else are we supposed to get that eagles energy for tommorows session? the answer: old movies. especially old movies portraying older versions of things you like to do... movies are no longer just another way of saying "hey come over and i might try and makeout with you" to a girl. Movies rule, and somewhere, somehow we will be organizing midweek after shred movienites... this could rule, while some friends will be passing around grandmas funny looking lamp, others will be stealing bites off their friends frozen pizza. another gauranteed rad nite with help of vhs tapes from the family thrift. first official movie nite....double feature.
after weeks of dust on crust snow in summit, five of us packed deep to journey to Wolf Creek. The day before, Wolf Creek Pass reported feet of snow dumping at an alarming rate. when we finally arrived and woke up, there was over four feet of fresh, and we were stuck on the other side of the pass in Pagosa Springs. An avalanche buried 6 trucks on the pass (the same place we had driven from), making an entry to Wolf Creek impossible for the day...so instead we set out to build something to shred.. given the circumstances, and seeing everything buried in snow, we built a kicker right of the side of the pass...as plows made their way and truckers slept in their cabs (awaiting the gates to open), we built a booter that sent us directly into the belly of the pass and into chest deep powder. More tales and pics from our snowed in snow day to come...
getting a little help from my friends, tucker tows me in at hyperspeed...double cork 180, no big deal. i always say this, but there really are more photos to lurk on from this session. justin killed it with a backside rodeo, & i hope to have the pictures posted soon (the girls at the photo-mart are slacking on developing my film).we all made it back to summit in one piece, and couldnt believe how much snow that was awaiting us when we arrived. all five mountains got dumped on and seeing keystones park buried in feet of snow got all of us hyped.
king tucks look-a-like in last months transworld. the rad thing is that all i had to do was steal this image of him from his myspace page. look it up, its in his "man of mystery" folder. speaking of, it was funny when a friend of mine told me that myspace is like the detroit of the internet....im sure youve heard the joke before, but i've said it again. some make exhaustion their mode of expression....figure that out.
*thanks everyone for coming out to our first ONUS/dirty dozen/HEAVYshred party and celebrating christmas a month early with our squad. check back because my inbox is full of pics people sent me from the party and we will be posting tons more soon. real quick...look at the quality coming through in the bottom left photo. until then, go shred.