The Trump Land Snowboard Tour Part 1.

25 Mar

March is usually the month during the winter season where you get an interesting mix of weather. It can either be a beautiful sunny day or a full on powder day. The best of both worlds, my two favourite days to be on a snowboard or doing anything else outside for that matter. With the plan to witness and snowboard at some of coolest spots America had to offer, we thought March would be the month to do it.

The first place on the list was Sun Valley, Idaho, with it being an uncomfortably long drive from Vancouver, we spent the first night at a BLM campground that hugged the Yakima River, off the I-82 in the south central Washington desert. It was snowed in, with each site fully blanketed in snow, it luckily provided access to hike the surrounding mountain range and a safe place to park for the night.

Yakima River BLM, Washington

Crossing the Yakima River

Getting High in the High Desert 😉

Views from the living room.

Morning Views.


With Sun Valley still out of the reach, we found another BLM campground (Spring BLM Rec. Site), this time in the east central Oregon desert. The farther south we moved along the High Desert, the snow disappeared more and more. We arrived at the site late afternoon to find ourselves enclosed by shrubby brown hills and a muddy Snake River. Overall a cool place to rest and make ourselves a meal. BLM (Bureau of Land Management) land is a huge help for road tripping, they are never too far from a large highway, mostly clean and organized, along with being cheaper than the average State Park.

Spring BLM Rec Site, Oregon

Was it ever quiet…other than the trains that went by every 15 minutes…


The drive into Idaho was sweet. When you enter from the east, the terrain is a little flatter and dryer than the rest of the state but as you move more central, the ground grows and the weather cools. Idaho’s lower mountain range collides with a plateau and when both are covered in snow, it truly looks like you are on another planet. Just a bumpy, pure white surface. Super weird to stare at and drive by for multiple hours.

We arrived in Sun Valley on a warm, sunny afternoon. The resort from a far was one of the oddest shaped mountains I had ever seen, the main bottom lift and gondola is fed by one large single run with no connecting run in sight but I had heard good things about this place, Warren Miller (Legendary ski bum/filmer) even said it was “The best ski resort in the World!”. I mean, I’m not a skier but I will admit Miller was a legend, so that statement holds weight. Later, we wandered around the ski town of Ketchum, a rad community, with fly-shops, cafes and art stores. Locals were all stoked since it was the first day of sun they’d seen in weeks and with tomorrow looking similar, I was stoked as well.

Template Tourist Photo from Ketchum, ID.

Ready to Rip!


The next couple nights we stayed at an overpriced RV/Campground, this area of Idaho was completely snowed in like the rest of the west coast, so our spot was a plowed driveway with 6 feet snowbanks on all 3 sides. The owners of the lot clearly have a grasp on the RV/Camping market in the area since they are the only place near the mountain. Still cheaper than getting a ticket or sleeping in a motel….

As overpriced as it was, the views made up for it.


With the early warm sun shining into our van the following morning, it was set to be a stellar day. We got their early, and awaited inside what can only be described as the most template swanky ski lodge featured in a weird 1980s ski movie. Above the fire place, hung a large picture of who I’m pretty sure is the rich dude from the movie, Out Cold.

Fancy AF


Anyways, the day couldn’t of turned out better, the morning sun was warm, the groomer runs were the best I’ve ever laid turns on and the snow got slushy later on, providing the opportunity to have a little fun with the mountain. The mountain is steep, lots of merging trails that create tons of lips to pop off. It’s clearly a skiers mountain, with us and maybe 15 other snowboarders on the hill all day. If you like gripping and ripping, this is the place to be. The next day was filled with the same, more sun and slushy laps. A solid start to the trip!

Cowboy Country!

A great day to be on a snowboard.

White Lumps in every direction.

Huck it.


With a snowstorm moving its way across the upper western US, we made our way to Jackson, Wyoming! Along the drive, we stretched our legs at Craters of the Moon National Monument. Located on Hwy 26, towards Idaho Falls, the land replicates what I think the Moon would look like covered in snow. It’s a massive area coated in lava rock, sage bushes and odd mounds. When we arrived, the wind picked up and snow grew heavier, only making this place feel more like another planet. The area is a product of major volcanic eruptions thousands of years ago with the chance of another event happening within the next thousand, so go check it out before it’s gone!

Kayley trying to explain something smart to my monkey brain.

We have landed on the Moon, no Aliens in sight.


The drive over the Teton Pass proved how much snow this area had received this winter, with snow banks 3 times the height of the van. The sights were rad driving into Jackson, just how I pictured it. Tons of horse stables and ginormous mountains. If I was a Snowboarding Cowboy I’d reside here (Just ask Mark Carter). Before checking into the Motel (Jackson doesn’t allow car camping/there are zero affordable RV parks in the area), we went into town to see what it was all about. At first impression, as Kayley put it, “This town reminds me of a Theme Park.” She was right, all the buildings look they came out of the “Old West” section of Disneyworld. Knowing me, the two places I gravitated towards was the Fly-shop where this older man got me super psyched for fishing in the area, and the other was AION Boardshop. Aion is a mellow shop, but the owner, Ed, was the raddest of all humans. Originally from Spain, he moved to Jackson 20 years ago to snowboard, getting to know all the local shredders, along with the pros and legends that have come through this area for decades. We chatted for awhile about what powder spots we have hit this year and how much better Canada is (He isn’t this biggest fan of America, and is thinking of moving to Nelson). After the conversation was over, it felt like I had known Ed for years! Thanks again Ed for the chat, it was a legendary one, lets shred sometime!

An Antler Archway, this couldn’t be anymore Wyoming-esque.

Local Jackson Folk


The next couple days in Jackson featured all kinds of weather. Our first day started off great, couple inches of fresh snow and a blue sky. Couldn’t of been better to get to know the mountain. Jackson Hole is a diverse place, in some ways reminded me of Whistler. You can ride the Tram to the top for some steep alpine riding, mid-mountain features tons of rad tree runs and lower has the parks (There are 4 Burton Stash Parks) and wide groomer runs. It fills up the day trying to shred the whole area. Jackson Hole lived up the hype on this day.

Good Morning Jackson Hole!

The Grand Tetons in all their glory.

Stoked is an understatement.

Saddle Tucking, hopefully the Cowboys approve.

Taking it all in!

Necessary Refreshments.


As much as we didn’t want to pay for a Motel room, it was sure nice to go back to have a hot shower after sweating buckets all day and rest the aching muscles. The following day we awoke to reports of the mountain getting 5 inches overnight, so we made sure to get there early and get the first Tram up. With conditions being a total whiteout up top, we tried our best to find the runs with the highest amount of fresh. The first couple runs that day were great but the snow started to get tracked early, and the under layer was icy. With the sun making an appearance later on, we continued onto park laps and slushy turns. The plan was to only pay for two nights at the Motel but with the snow closing both the passes in/out of Jackson, we had to stay another night waiting for a break in the storm. No complaints though, it was nice to sit in front of cable TV in a warm room for one more night.

Powder Hungry Cattle.

Storming morning.

Dropping into the goods.

I went higher, I swear.

Thanks Jackson Hole for the snow and good times!


Driving the next morning towards Salt Lake City started off a little hectic with an hour of whiteout conditions trying to exit Wyoming. But the views pulling into Utah were rad. Watching the city and mountains appear on the horizon sure rid of the stress of driving from earlier. Snowbird was the destination for the upcoming days, we parked ourselves at a Wal-Mart in Sandy, a suburb of Salt Lake, and with it only being a 20 minute drive to the mountain, it was a good place to be.

Not the best driving conditions.

Boot drying station.

Kay’s first time at a Cracker Barrel, a road trip essential.


The Wasatch Mountain range is world-renowned, it hosts Snowbird, Brighton, Solitude, Alta and Park City. Known for its snow and harvesting unreal terrain. Snowbird finds itself on top of the Cottonwood Canyon, a beautiful area, starting with a desert vibe then turning into a snowy dream. The mountain hosts front and backside terrain offering all types of riding. The sun was shining bright and the weather was warm. It was a slush heaven from the first turn. Mineral Basin (the backside) was by far the best, side hits are littered everywhere, and lips to blast off of. One of the best days of slush riding I’ve had. Again, our second day mirrored the first, the sun was out in full force, the snow super soft, a great day to practice whatever came to mind. Also, before I forget to mention, there is a magic carpet that pushes you from the front to the backside of the mountain, inside holds a bunch of info about how Snowbird and Alta came to be and feels like a children’s ride at an amusement park. Very cool.

First Tram up with the best shred partner.

Happy to finally get to Snowbird!

Views of Salt Lake City from the Wasatch Mountains.

Little Cottonwood Canyon.

About to slide down this slushy line!

Beautiful Day to be outside.

Snowbird would be insane on a pow day.

Fuck Alta, you’ll understand if you snowboard.

The Tunnel from front to backside.

Taking in some local history between runs.

I still got sunburnt…


Before moving onto Colorado, we stopped at Green River State Park in eastern Utah, plopped in the San Rafel Desert. The drive down had mesmerizing views, red rocks, huge cliffs, and beautiful rivers, if we stopped at everything we wanted to see the drive would of easily taken 10 hours. The weather was warm giving us a chance to have a fire and cook up a feast. Our site neighbours, Rene and Tom, Salt Lake locals came by to chat. Rene is a songwriter and Tom, who runs his own painting business are the definition of the ultimate life livers. They escaped out west from Ohio to find the snow after meeting in college, finally residing in Murray, Utah. They ski the Wasatch backcountry along with exploring the Utah gems any chance they get. We all shared stories from the road, Rene sung us some great songs and enjoyed a couple beers together. Meeting people as such always make me feel good about this life Kayley and I chose. Keeping being great humans Rene and Tom, it was awesome to meet you guys!

Entering the San Rafel Desert.

More Desert Shots.

Green River State Park.

Relaxing…

Good Night Utah.


The drive through Colorado was just as great as it was in Utah, mountain and desert views any way you turned your head. I wasn’t sure if my neck hurt from snowboarding or from taking in all the scenery along the way. We rolled into the Aspen area to find the RV park we planned to stay at was charging an obscene rate and didn’t even offer showers. As Kayley and myself were deliberating on what to do, an awesome dude who worked for the resort overheard and directed us to a bunch of free places to park in the area. After gathering supplies, we took on one of his suggestions and parked at the western lot of Buttermilk. Thanks to his recommendation, it was quiet and gave us a rad view of the full moon that night.

Hello Colorado!

Not a bad sight to wake up too! (Buttermilk West Lot)


Snowmass the next day featured yet again a warm sunny day, this seemed to be a continuing theme this trip. We chose Snowmass over all the other Aspen mountains for two reasons, it is the best on non-powder days and more snowboard oriented. The place was a groomer paradise. I don’t think I’ve seen so many groomed runs before. Not to mention the runs are wide, real wide. I laid down some heavy turns and broke the speedometer that day. Slush made its appearance in the afternoon which gave the best opportunity to check our their famous park. A fun day all around. That night, we ended up parking in the commuter lot below Snowmass Village which luckily allowed for 24hr parking.

Morning Groomers.

Yeww!!

Snowmass was the perfect place to lay down some large turns.

The encompassing mountain range.


The second day unfortunately was the worst day we had on this tour. Since the snow softened up the day before and with below freezing temps at night, the runs were icy. Not only that but it was windy, and there was zero visibility. We rode most of the morning and decided to call it a day to save our legs. Not everyday can be ideal.

Our stop that night was at the Saddlehorn Camground in the Colorado National Monument. This place can now find itself in the Top 5 places I’ve ever seen. Not too far from I-5 in western Colorado, the National Monument is a picturesque canyon that lies in Colorado’s high desert. The drive in winds up and through the red rock cliffs with multiple view points. The campground is nestled in the desert bush, a peaceful place to relax with views of the plateau below. The hike around the Canyon provides a new view anyway you look, and as cliche as this may sound, as you stare out, it arises the feeling that nothing else matters. It was insane to think that we were on our snowboards only hours before. Everything about this place is beautiful. If you’ve seen the Grand Canyon, go see this next. I wish I could do a better describing this place but I’ll let the pictures speak for me. 

Our home for the night! Not too shabby.

Love that red rock.

Desert Shrubbery.

No words to describe it.

Kayley very amped to see her first Cactus in the wild.

Window Rock.

Hey there little fella!

Just hanging and taking in the beauty.

Just Insane.

The Saddlehorn.

Good Night Colorado.

Morning Moon.

Watching the Moon go down and the Sun come up!

Sunrise on the Monument.

Bookcliff Viewpoint.

Not ready to leave.

Standing Rock.

Heading back down…


The first leg of this tour has been great, being able to snowboard in Idaho, Wyoming, Utah and Colorado has been something I’ve wanted to do since I started snowboarding. They didn’t disappoint. People who live in these states don’t know how good they have it (Well, I’m sure some of them do). It’s always rad to meet cool people along the way who share similar interests in adventuring and living life to be happy and healthy. When you are seeing so much awesomeness in a small period it becomes hard to take it all in and describe it the fullest ability. Hopefully these pictures did a better job at telling you what we saw and how much we enjoyed seeing it.

I didn’t want to write a giant post about our entire tour since it would be way too long and honestly, who wants to listen to me ramble for that long haha. So call this Part 1, I’ll be putting out the other half shortly. Thanks, much love.

-Chris

Getting to know BC a little better.

25 Feb

We decided to make our way back to BC with perfect timing, my dad was on his way to Vancouver for work related activities, giving us the opportunity to spend some well needed time with him. The days leading up to his arrival were mostly spent hanging around, having a night session at Mt. Seymour and relaxing after our go go go PNW adventure.

Seymour Afternoon views

Seymour Night Sesh!


We met him at the hotel in Surrey and after a long hug, we ventured out for dinner and shared stories of the last couple months, impossibility trying to remember everything that had happened. He did his best to make sure our bellies were full, jokingly thinking that we’re a bunch of starving travellers, which does hold some truth. The following morning, he was off to meetings, and we took in the ultimate comfort of the soft hotel bed, and warm shower. Later on, we drove across town to the Sheraton Wall Hotel located smack in the middle of downtown Vancouver. As we checked in, the hotel desk employee was wondering how two people like Kayley and I were staying in a nice hotel such as this, on one of the top floors, and when I informed them we were meeting by dad here, it seemed to make a bit more sense haha. The room sat as high as the rest of the large concrete towers in the city, providing surreal views of the encompassing mountain ranges, and even a nice glimpse of Mt Baker where we once were less than a month ago. To us this was a serious treat but to my dad who spends a large chunk of his life in hotel rooms, he was less taken back by it all. We abused the hotel facilities by taking a dip in the hot tub and sauna, watching cable tv and free coffee. That evening, we all strolled around the water front, discussing how nice of city Vancouver is, grabbed grub at a local pub and catched up on more stories. The visit went by fast like most visits do. But, it was refreshing to see a family member. Thanks again Dad for all the awesome hospitality, it was well needed!

Living Large!

Big Pops!


The forecast was showing a new storm on its way for lower BC, and our plan was to get to Nelson before it hit. The drive from Vancouver to Osoyoos was mellow, making our way through many corridors and snow filled mountain tops, eventually arriving in Canada’s only desert. We wanted to spend the next day exploring around but with the storm making landfall the next morning, we knew we had to keep making our way to Nelson before the roads became unbearable. The van and ourselves arrived in Nelson right as the snow started to pick up and luckily found a spot to park up that was close enough for us to walk into town (The spot wasn’t our first choice since our van failed to make it up a steep hill). Waiting for the snow to build up, the next couple days we explore around the town, it was a place I’ve been waiting on coming to for 25 years. My Nana, Papa spent 30 years in this wonderful place and had been telling me about it my whole life, it was easy to see why. Perfectly placed in the middle of four mountains, the town features a small but unique downtown with tons of coffee shops and local restaurants, no shortage of good meals. The people are chill, nice and welcoming.

Hello Nelson

Blanket Covered

Incoming Fresh!


We had a couple buddies visiting from Kelowna while we were there, after riding we met them at their AirBnB on the north side which featured unreal views of town, grabbed a hot tub soak and chatted about our recent adventuring. The snow at this point was building faster than ever and when we awoke Monday morning, our van was completely buried along with the entire town. Locals were saying this was the biggest storm they’ve had in years, which meant Whitewater was going to be pumping!! As we attempted to dig our van out and hopefully make it up to the mountain, a super nice stranger driving by, Rachel, asked if we were headed up to the resort and needed a ride, an offer we couldn’t turn down, since she had a 4WD vehicle haha. As we pulled into the parking lot, people were pouring in, trying to get a taste of the newly blanketed mountain. You could easily feel the stoke of everyone around, it’s hard to not get excited when you’re about to float through the 40cms of new snow.

Hot Tub viewpoint

Covered…


Once we grabbed our lift ticket and threw our gear into a locker, we got into line, awaited the lift to start spinning and when 8:30am rolled around, off we went, with everyone screaming with excitement. The first couple turns have no words to describe it, it was beautiful. With Whitewater still being a family owned resort, the lifts only host two people, providing the old school powder experience. We spent the majority of day on the Silver King lift, it had plenty of runs that dipped and dodged through the trees and more pillow fields than one could deal with in a single day. Whitewater delivered….and it delivered well. So rad to experience a powder mountain on a powder day, it’s days like this when living in a van in the middle of winter makes so much sense. These are the days you live for and chase on the daily.

The Stoke Is HIGH

DAMN!

Ready to Rip!

Dropping into the good stuff!

Yew!!

Happy Roamers!

Pillow Mania!


Per usual, it’s always sad to see such an awesome day end, but exhaustion was setting in. We hopped in the shuttle, headed back to a snow covered van and spent the rest of the fading daylight digging out our buried home. Our sleep that night came easy. The next day we wandered around town, grabbed coffee at Empire Coffee and with the sun out, it gave us the opportunity to see the snowy mountain walls the encompassed Nelson. It’s clear to see why my grandparents chose to live here for so many years, the place is the template mountain town; nice people, good food, and a pristine outdoor playground, I could see us living here in the future.

Beautiful Downtown Nelson!

Where my Nana used to live!


With the roads and weather making a turn for the positive, we got the Yeti rolling towards Revelstoke. A storm was making its way through within the next couple days and we wanted to be back in Revy for deep and steep laps. The drive was as nice as any other mountain corridor with the added ferry ride that connects the highway routes. We pulled into a sunny and hardly recognizable town since it was covered in white precipitation. The last time we were in Revy, the town had green grass and was raining, winter was showing it’s face in every corner of the province. That night, we hung with friends, shared some brews, played Settlers of Catan (if you have never played this, you are blowing it) and got ourselves stoked for the incoming storm.

The Ferry Highway

The Yeti going for a little boat ride!

Very true

Friends and Board Games, the recipe for lost friendships haha.


The following morning, the snow started to pour as we awoke, as the day progressed it only got harder. As we continued with our errands throughout the day, the town proceeded to become completely buried which could only mean the same thing was happening on the mountain. That night we spent it in the Revy Resort parking lot along with the dozens of other campers, hoping to get a good spot in the line in the AM. The Revy lot always has the best vibes, always filled with tons of shredders who are just happy to be outside and enjoying the mountain, no other BS.

Buried in Revy! Woo!

Good looking Morning!


We awoke to 20cms of fresh up top! Got ourselves in line around 7am, chatted with some locals, grabbed the needed caffeine and stretched the muscles. Luckily for us, we got to spend the day with our good friends, Jay and Julien, along with their local friends, Chuck and Brooke who took us around to the spots only the locals know about. Another one of those days that allowed us to appreciate this life we’re living and how luckily we’ve been this winter. It was a day of jumping off cliffs, bootpacking to bowls filled with the goods and hitting side hits with your friends throwing down. We even had Kayley jumping off stuff! Super rad! Thanks again Jay and Julien for always being the ultimate fun havers and tour guides! Chuck and Brooke, you guys are radical humans and make snowboarding look way too easy!

Up and up to find the goods

Scoping the line

Ready to move out.

3,2,1 DROP!

Breakfast views

Locals know what’s up!

Not a bad place to hang!


Kayley unfortunately felt the oncoming symptoms of a cold the subsequent morning, curtailing another day of riding. We decided to make our way to Kelowna and meet up with Mitch for a relaxing Wax party (Our boards were screaming for a wax job!). The ensuing days we relaxed, hung out with Mitch in his apartment (Thanks again bud for letting us abuse your hospitality!), and hiked around. It was time for us to start making our way back to Vancouver, the catalyst being an RCMP officer questioning me as I was making coffee in our usual public-park spot. He framed his concern more as an interest in our camper, but it was clear he was wondering what I was doing cooking outside the vehicle and what we were doing out here from Ontario. After taking down our info and looking inside our van, he moved on and so did we. Just like what happened in Olympia, WA, I understand the concerns people have but I mean what threat do we really pose, the more people start moving towards this lifestyle or form of travel, I wonder how accepted or persecuted it will become, I guess only time will tell.

We arrived in Vancouver at the beginning of a massive rainstorm, meaning we didn’t do much other than sit in coffee shops and watched tv shows. Really we were just killing time until my brother arrived within the next couple days to shred with us in Whistler for a week. When the rain subsided, we drove to Squamish to see a couple buddies of mine who currently reside there. As we pulled into town and stopped off at the local Starbucks to get in touch with them, I luckily ran into one of them (How’s that saying go? It’s a small world or something like that…). Tony recently moved out to Squamish from our hometown of Ajax, Ontario. His intention was to explore around BC for the winter and spring but once arriving in Squamish, quickly realizing it was too beautiful and offered too much of what he wanted to leave. We chatted for a bit, then later making our way to a local watering hole for happy-hour drinks, with our other buddie Matt eventually making his way over. Matt, also from Ajax, maneuvered his way out here from Nova Scotia last year in his camper, now being settled in with a job at a rad Burger joint that overlooks the coastal mountain range while still living the camper lifestyle allowing him to climb whenever he wants! The next day brought sun, giving it the perfect opportunity for them to tour us around the area and it didn’t disappoint. If you are ever in Squamish, I urge you to check out two things, Howe Sound, probably the most Canadian scenery I’ve ever seen and Matt’s restaurant, The Watershed Grill, between the great beer and food, it’s a must. Tony and Matt, keep living your dreams and being awesome people, the world appreciates it!

Sea Treasure! (Jericho Beach, BC)

Bookstore Kitty! 🙂

Back window views (Squamish, BC)

Rad Artwork Downtown Squam.

Howe Sound!

Little Rainbow Dude

Beautiful Squamton


Matt was expected to arrive as we continued the drive to Whistler. I was pretty excited. He had never been this far out west, and had never rode his snowboard on a mountain like Whistler Blackcomb. He arrived and I couldn’t of been happier to see him! (Also, stoked to be in the presence of a hotel room for the next 6 days.) With the weather looking favourable this week, he was amped to see what this place had to offer. Our first day involved just Matt and myself since Kay was taking the day off to completely recover from her cold. It was a stormy one, but still an enjoyable one for us, Matt got his first taste of the big mountain shred, I even took him to the Flute Bowl and got his legs burning a bit. We met up with my buddy Paz where we spent the rest of the day surfing around, trying to find some fresh. With the snow continuing throughout the afternoon and evening, we knew tomorrow was going to be a stellar one.

A very happy Matt

Matt conquered Flute Bowl

Diving in the shallow end.


I checked my phone early the next morning to reports saying the mountain got anywhere between 15-20cms of new snow! I was stoked to give Matt his first real powder experience. With the Symphony Chair not opening due to Avy Control, we took the Peak2Peak and hit up 7th Heaven on the Blackcomb side and it was well worth it. The deep stuff could be found all day and Matt handled it super well for this being his 2nd day out on his board this winter. I had him jumping over and through trees, spraying the pow around and had him smiling, yelling hell yeah!! Although with Pow days come tired legs, that night we stuffed our faces and sat in front of the tv.

Today’s surf stick

Beautiful Morning

Mystic

Peak2Peak

Peak Views

Slashing around

Hello Birdy

Matt getting the tourist experience

Mayhem

Surf’s up in 7th Heaven


We took a day off, giving us a chance to rest the legs and have a day to completely just chill out. We wandered around the village, grabbed drinks and food at Tapley’s, chatted, consumed more television and grabbed rest for the ensuing day. Our 3rd day on the mountain was a blue-bird one, giving Matt the trifecta of mountain conditions. The day was dedicated to exploring the entire mountain, working our way from the far side on Whistler to the far side on Blackcomb. Groomers in the morning was super fun, great day for laying down heel-side turns and gripping with speed. We clocked many miles that day. By the time late afternoon rolled around, the runs were tracked and icy. With my knee burning and their tired legs, it was a sign to call it day and thank the mountain for all the fun.

Hotel Living

Nothing wrong with a sunny groomer day!

Blue-Birdin it!

Groomed for Speed. Yew!


Of course the week went by fast, before I knew it I was hugging him good-bye, time flies as it does when you are having a good time. It was awesome to spend time with Matt, being able to share moments on our snowboards and enjoy each other’s company. Thanks Matt for choosing to donate your week off with us, probably the best week we’ve had this winter! Can’t wait to do it again bud!

This last month was another one for the books, saw my dad which was refreshing, it was a special moment for me to walk around Nelson after hearing about it since I was a child, spending time on the mountain with good friends, and shredding around Whistler with my brother. Hard not to feel grateful.

Shannon Falls, Squamish BC.


Currently, we are sitting in a Starbucks, multitasking our wifi usage, and getting ourselves ready for a big trip below the boarder. We will be making our way to Sun Valley ID, Jackson Hole WY, Snowbird UT, Snowmass CO and Squaw Valley CA. Regardless of the weather we receive or whatever happens along the way, it’ll be a rad adventure I’m sure.

Remember to Get Out There and be a good human!

-Chris