I started snowboarding at a young age, and skiing at younger age so when the snow starts falling in the mountains every winter, I can almost feel them pull me closer to them. Something is so perfect about sliding down a steep slope, ducking through trees and charging the terrain of a mountain, knowing that the only thing depending on me is me, and the board below my feet. I love being blasted in the face by snow, cold temperatures and blowing snow doesn’t really bother me and it is rare that you will hear me complain about the snow conditions. I do this year after year, and run after run and I just never seem to get sick of it. I watch endless amounts of video’s on youtube, go to Warren Miller ski films, look through magazines and continually dream at night about the perfect day… all year long. There really is no way to describe the way that mountains pull me closer, and it’s so hard to explain why I never get sick of it. The only thing I know is that ever since I was very young I can remember thinking… this is where my heart lives.
A few weeks ago I came home from a trip of a lifetime. Something that I have dreamed of doing almost my entire life, and something that I had always thought would never really happen. With the two guys who share this passion with me most, my Dad and my Brother, we headed up to Revelstoke, BC for 5 days of skiing in the Selkirks and Monashee mountains. One of the coolest parts about this trip was not only had I heard that these mountain ranges get amazing amounts of snow each year, but we would be accessing all of the terrain by helicopter. :) This is the type of stuff that I had always thought was reserved for movies and professionals. After quite a few months of growing my beard, preparing myself mentally, buying all the necessary gear to make sure everything was perfect, dreaming about leaving that gear behind, buying more gear, and talking about it endlessly/ relentlessly… the helicopter finally landed in front of us ready take us on our first drop. I’ll never forget when the heli door opened on top of the mountain, us stepping out into waist deep powder, snow blowing, people huddled… and then the helicopter lifted off, leaving us in silence with some of the most amazing mountain views I had ever seen.
Everyone asks how the snow was. It was deep and frankly incredible, the helicopter was cool and the views were amazing. I really think I made some of the best turns of my life out there. But what I really learned on this trip is that what I really love about snowboarding is that I get to do with people that I really care about. It doesn’t really matter if I am in the BC interior or at small local mountain, I’ve been able to share this passion with my family and some really great friends. It has built my relationships with my family stronger and has made new friendships into long lasting ones. That is what makes my heart happy and will always be the reason I do it. Year after year. Run after run.
**These are just a few of my favorite images from the trip, if you want to see all 100 or so go to http://revertphoto.com/a-trip-of-a-lifetime
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