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.