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Vincent Skoglund photo
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DEC. 22: BRIGHTON, UTAH
My week’s half over and I just got to the second stop!
Brighton
is home
to a lot of top snowboard photographers and filmmakers. Most every
riding video I see is sure to have Brighton featured in a segment. And
why? How about 850 rideable acres, almost 1,800 feet of vertical drop,
and more than 500 inches of virgin white every winter!
DEC. 23
My encore appearance on the “greatest snow on earth” does not
disappoint. The only drag was a bunch of super-flashes trying to impress
the bunnies on the terrain park. A word of advice: Keep it real. As the
day winds down, I end up sessioning with
Jeremy Jones
. That guy has
mad kink rail skills! Then he tells me how he’s all hopped up about the
SlopeStyle
competition in Japan. He’s says I should check it out. I
tell him I will, but now I’m off to New England.
DEC. 24: STRATTON, VERMONT
It’s a long flight to Vermont, but
Stratton Mountain
is a
snowboarding Mecca. From the start, these cats have been
“rider-friendly.” Today, Stratton is the venerated home of
the U.S. Open Snowboard Championships. Maybe I’ll get
there someday, but for now I’m content to jib the water
pipes and bro down with
Mikey LeBlanc
as we stomp
all the tight S-rails. I’m hyped, but also bummed—
tomorrow’s my last day.
DEC. 25
This morning I got just what I wanted: a two-
foot dump and a mountain of my own. I’m
pulling huge air and pow turns, laying it out,
and feeling the tricks. My sick steez
impresses the paparazzi, and they introduce
me to
Bjorn Leines
. Several solid sessions
later, we’re toasting to a perfect day at
the lodge house. That’s when the
photographers start talking about some
new,
secret
area down in Southern Utah.
Guess where I’m headed next?
Travis Parker for DCshoecousa
DEC. 19: SNOW SUMMIT, CALIFORNIA
I’m starting my cross-country trek to three of the sickest snow
resorts around. The first leg is
Snow Summit
at Big Bear
Lake, California. The freestyle terrain parks at Snow Summit
have it all: big air, clean pipes, sick rails, and giant hips. Five
whole runs dedicated to freestyle riding.
DEC. 20
The mountains are capped with freshies, it’s bluebird with no
lift lines and I’m stoked. I start with a mellow shred and work
my way up to some truly royal descents. It’s fewer than 70
miles from the mighty Pacific, but Snow Summit peaks out at
8,200 feet above sea level, offering a vertical drop of 1,200
feet. After a few hours, my legs are paying for a lazy summer.
My last time down, I ended up rippin’ a
sweet, stealthy tree
run
between “Westerner” and “Summit”—well worth
looking for.
DEC. 21
I’m sore but pumped as Day Three dawns with a foot of fresh.
I’m up early enough to catch
Gunny
still digging out the terrain.
He tells me he’s perfecting the lines for the
Nixon Jib-Fest.
People climb trees just to watch that thing, and then the ski
patrol has to go around and pull ‘em down. Man, it’s crazy. I
gotta get into that Jib-Fest.
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WARNING:
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