The last two decades of my life has been consumed with all things snow—no matter if I'm broke in Chamonix or slinging fish into the late hours in Whistler, somehow I'm still checking the snow reports, waxing my board, and fueling my snowmobile. After penning many interviews of snowboarders, there will always be a million abstract pieces of random thoughts, tales, and laughter will be stored in the back of my brain, never to be seen in print. As for road-trips? I'll never forget laughing so hard it hurt outside of grandma's house on the outskirts of South Lake Tahoe or what it felt like to fly via float plane into the Queen Charlottes and watch a good friend ditch her snowboard and get down to some aboriginal beats with her Haida relatives. That is what snowboarding is to me: a lifestyle.