Mother Nature pulled another fast one on the weatherman putting an end to Nima’s Quebec trip before it even got off the ground. So instead of getting down on life, he transferred his flight to Utah and invited Johnny Miller, Justin Meyer, and myself to come along. The three of us decided that we would drive instead of buying plane tickets and pick up Nima at the airport.
Johnny’s car is perfectly suited for a handrail trip—the 04′ Chrysler Pacifica is equipped with a DVD player and a GPS system. To go along with his set up, some kids from Salt Lake City made a DVD with nearly all of the rails that can be found in Utah along with their addresses. We’d find a rail on the DVD, input the address in the GPS unit and out came the quickest route to our destination—fantastic!
Despite all the advanced technology, our first stop was to the infamous Rail Gardens’ double line. But we were happy, there was no place we’d have rather been. After four hours of huffing, puffing, screaming, yelling and follow caming, Justin was beat, Nima and Johnny got hellacious lines, and I pinged when I should have panged. We then made our way to Mitch Nelson’s house who hosted us real proper.
Tuesday night, we readied the University Hospital rail and Johnny sessioned it for hours. Half way through the session we almost received the boot, but the University security decided that they “don’t get paid enough to care and even gave us a jump start when out car battery died. From there we headed to a sweet hubba, and got some tricks, as well as the boot.
Wednesday night we again found ourselves at the Hospital rail, but this time we had some fresh snow to work with. Justin Eeles joined us to document the trickery as well. More hammers were thrown, nobody got hurt, but our luck was not the same as we received the boot—no love.
Wednesday’s storm threw Provo into the mix. We found a few spots using our technological prowess and got our night started. Stop one was a really cool blue rail at BYU. Greeting us on the campus was the happiest vagrant ever. Before we even got out’ the car, this guy had a shovel in his hands and was setting up the rail like a true veteran.
I had to handle some business back home so I booked a flight and left my friends one man short. Luckily Bryan Fox drove into town that day and filled in. Instead of boring anybody with more of my rubbish, here is an email Nima sent updating me with what I missed out on the last day and a half.
“After you left, Brian jumped in with us. We went to that rail where Bennee did back nose back out … We all got tricks, and went back the next night. We stayed up ’til four in the morning last night. Deliriously hacking off the kink on some red rail that we didn’t even hit, except for Johnny. Fox and I paid ten bucks each for the hacksaw. We are over it and we want a break … see ya in the woods.”—Nima