When it comes to traveling anywhere there’s always the hopes of getting in the know and basking in the glory of a true locals knowledge. I’m not talking about some minimum wage snow carnie that’s bumping chairs and gets to ride 2 days a week or that burnt out desk jockey with a real job that brags about living in the mountains. No I’m talking about the true local that is there to ride, it’s their life, and their being. It’s these people that truly possess all the local knowledge. Read the rest of this entry »

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Living in the heart of the current mecca of snowboarding Summit County we have a lot of advantages that most riders don’t. Our resort season typically starts in early to mid October and ends the first week of June. Even during a bad snow year, it’s above average compared to most other places. Once the summer hits there’s still patches of snow we can get to relatively easy to get our shred on! And now we have the Woodward at Copper training facility. So what happens when two snowboard bums clinging to their late twenties embark on an adventure to progress their riding abilities? Read the rest of this entry »

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So, you might´ve managed to read about our arrival to France in part 1, this is picture time. Those of you with mild ADHD might find this a bit easier to “read” (I supposedly have a mild form of ADHD myself, so I can make as many fucking jokes as I like about it, foo´!) There will be pictures of skiers in here, but they are rippers, and you suck if you don´t like it. Read the rest of this entry »

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Travelling to La Grave, France, from Narvik, Norway isn´t the most practical thing to do. First, there´s the one hour bus to the regional airport, Evenes, then there´s the 105 minute flight to Oslo, before taking the airport express train back home to my parents, which is 45 minutes each way, back to the airport the next day, and then 2.5 hours to Grenoble airport, France. All this with 60-70 kgs of gear each. That doesn´t really sound like a pleasant travelling itinerary, but the madness started in Oslo the morning we left for France. This is the story about four friends heading to Yurp. Read the rest of this entry »

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Yesterday was a split second decision to head over to Beaver Crotch. I don’t think I could have asked for a better day. The sun was shining, the crowds were minimal, and high society was scarred for life. Read the rest of this entry »

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