The pioneering days of snowboarding can never be recreated. Deep down in my soul, I have a little place that holds some pride for being part of that movement.

Scott had this spot in mind and watched the storms to know that it would be prime to hit on this day. At the time we had a PIN number to use on the telephone to make “free” long-distance phone calls. It was rumored to be Burt Reynolds’ PIN number. Scott would call his brother living in South New Berlin, New York to see if it had snowed. The next step was to pile into Scott’s car and a collection of money to put gas in the tank. Five dollars was enough to get there and back. Next to Scott on the front seat was a little boom box with a mix tape of alternative music. Tails On Tap “Go” was a popular road trip song.

Scott was a pro for Sims at the time, and this board was the first one with steel edges. The fashion was to wear a wetsuit to keep your butt from getting all wet while you strapped in, a comfy pair of Sorrel boots, and a pullover windbreaker. The location was a farmer’s field. We jumped a barbwire fence and carved a tranny out of the wind-drifted snow. Scott took a few mock runs at it to pack out the run-in. The big goal was to not bail, because a bomb hole in the take off or landing would end the session.

We rallied back to the college photo darkroom to process the Tri-X film we shot that day. At about two o’clock in the morning, we would see that day’s images and make plenty of prints to share and send to our “zine” buddies, like the “Mr. Clean” out of Buffalo.
-Trevor Graves
Photo: Trevor Graves