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We didn’t really know what we were doing. We had an idea. We wanted to go snowboarding. But we didn’t really have any of the specifics figured out. So we winged it.
The trip started in Munich. I met the crew, or most of them, at the airport. It was Josh Mills, Austin Smith and Bryan Fox who were there to perform for Pierre Minhondo of People fame and Mark Welsh, Nitro’s renaissance lensman. Nitro’s TM Tonino Copene would be joining us later, but he slept in and missed his flight. We’d have to manage without him for a day.
Yes, you read correct, Nitro. They’ve got a few new recruits. Namely Fox and Smith. They’re hyped. But, really, it’s hard not to be when you’re in Germany, headed to Austria, reliable sources are saying it’s dumping and you’re traveling with friends.
After a day in Munich spent seeing sights, meeting some Euro shreds, sampling local food and drink and doing our best to out run the jet lag, we headed for the hills. But, like I said, none of us had a clear idea about where we were going or how to get there. We had a general notion, but hunches don’t do damn bit of good when you’re driving on the Autobahn between countries. The GPS was all effed up. Our intuitions were too. We were freewheeling and before long realized we were driving in circles.
So we bought a map, asked for directions, and found our way, just like any other average shreds in search. There was no itinerary laid out for us, no accommodations arranged ahead of time, no plan, just some ideas and an easy style approach.
But that seemed to be working, albeit slowly, because by dinnertime we were in the mountains in a little town called St. Anton and there was snow everywhere.
The week played out like it might if you and your buddies decided to do Austria. We crammed into little hotel rooms, ate as much of the complimentary breakfast as we could, shredded ’till dark everyday, napped, ate a lot of pizza, revolted each other with our bodily odors, slept hard and woke up every day ready for more of the same.
We only rode the resort a couple of days. Tickets were expensive and the conditions weren’t all that rad, so we took it to the streets. Shredding the alleys was free and easy. All we had to do was walk around town, keep our eyes open and we’d find something to session. There were spots everywhere. So that’s what we did. And that was enough.
If you thought (like I did) that all professional snowboarders had everything all laid out for them, with their destinations dialed, helis waiting when they arrived, spots all figured out and strict schedules to follow, think again. We did it like any other crew of dirts would. We just went, saw what we had to work with and made it happen however we could. And it worked out, always does, always will.
Fox summed it up somewhere along the way: “It’s pretty sweet how easy it is to get by in a place without really knowing anything and it seems like not knowing always makes it more fun.