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It all started on Saturday the 20th of October. The Provo brothers (Ian and Neil) and myself were lounging around all day at Mr. T. Halls new crib watching the Absinthe movie while mother nature was doing what we love to see it do best—dump snow! Being the ultimate mountain men that the Provo’s are, they had already been up to Guardsman’s pass a few days earlier when we got some of our first snowfall. They were explaining to me how epic it was and it got us thinking about how we should all venture back up, to go mess around in the white stuff, and it just so happened that the Provo brothers were going to pick up their sleds from the shop the next morning.
I got a call that next morning from Ian saying that they couldn’t pick up their sleds because the shop was closed on Sundays. Of course it was, what were we thinking? Everything is closed in Utah on Sundays—even the snowmobile shops. That didn’t stop us from loading up my sled and heading on up. When we got the bottom gates, where you start heading up the pass, the roads weren’t really all that bad, so the Ian and Neil drove their vehicle and I ruped up my sled. When we got to the top of the saddle, where the road meets from the Brighton side and the Park City side, there were already quite a few shredders in the mix. When I parked my sled, the Provo bros. were getting geared up. I grabbed a snowskate that I borrowed from my little brother Griffin and started walking over. When I got to the car Ian pulled out his pack, full of his camera gear and his snowskate and Neil pulled out a custom swallowtail that he’d cut himself out of an old Sims board. I couldn’t believe it, it was a fully custom snurf board, with a rope and car mats glued to the top sheet with adhesive for grip. Wolfgang Nyvelt’s part in the Absinthe movie the night before must have really sparked a light in young Neil’s head, because that night it inspired him to create his very own binding-less snow-surf board. Onward we trekked up the ridge to go find some fresh tracks.
Not too far up we stopped and immediately found a nice open run to shred. Right away when Neil dropped in for his first run I knew that it was on! He was shredding the pow like he was on his snowboard, slashing turns and flying down the mountain with more control than I had imagined! Ian and I were having fun as well on the snowskates, getting some blower turns and face shots, but not near as much fun as Neil on the custom snurfer. You just can’t charge as hard in the deep stuff with the small little snow skates. Being the multi-talented photographer that Ian is, he busted out his camera equipment and started snapping off some photos of Neil slashing about on his custom no-board. All in all it was a super rad day and we were blessed with some bright sunshine with some breaks in the clouds. We pretty much ripped up an entire little zone and left the scene as soon and the dark clouds rolled in again, along with about twenty barney’s hiking up the ridge looking to build a booter right into where we were just shredding. It really made us all think of how sweet it was to bring back the true roots of snowboarding and intertwine it with a little innovation and customization. Thanks for reading, peace and love to all! Here’s to a deep winter of all sorts of shredding!