Looking on the zone I’m temporarily calling “Gnarzipan”:
Josh looking down some fun looking options
Standing on top of this chute (the one in the right third) was one of the scarier things I’ve done, I couldn’t really get near it without having skis on
The rock formations right across the canyon were totally different, and the chutes look mellow and fun
And of course there was some good sledding to be had. Josh getting after it:
To celebrate the new site, we present Bad Season Pt. III! It has been a long time coming, but worth the wait.
We have a fancy-pants revamped website thanks to good friend Matt Bansak! Take a look around, we’ve been busy adding some new content to the blog and updating our videos section. In addition there are rumors of the freshest batch of Janky Ts in years and sticker packs about to surface in the store section, so keep your eyes peeled.
Be sure to check out Matt’s photography section, he’s an incredibly talented individual.
No skiing for TimmyP thus far. In lieu, I have been in Bali, Indonesia since September. Here are some stories:
Early January, a couple friends and I traveled to Aceh, the northernmost province on the island of Sumatra. Get a map out! Aceh claims itself as, “The gateway of Islam to Indonesia” – ergo, devoutly Muslim. Sharia law is imposed. On Friday afternoons, when all men are to be praying at mosque and women at home, the Islamic Police — Muslim equivalent of nuns – patrol the streets, with megaphones and all. No beer as well. Historically the province is fiercely independent. The Aech rebels (GAM) fought the Indonesian military since the 70s. The fighting more or less ended with the Boxing Day Tsunami of 2004 in which 60000 people in the capital city of Banda Aceh were killed.
Despite its history and appearances, the place is pretty laid back. Its citizens are extremely hospitable and friendly. Sharia is not all that enforced. Friends joked around about hiding out of view from the Islamic Police. I only saw two burkas. Uncharacteristic for Indonesia, Banda Aceh is clean and organized, and traffic flows smoothly. And we did find beer
Our friend and guide in town, Riva often played on his Blackberry, and said “Oh Fuck Shit Man!” as his go-to exclamation. But he did have to pray five times a day. Here, he gets us some coconuts from a lady with a machete.
Wave-wise, there was not a whole lot to choose from. With small swell surfing was limited Lhoknga Beach. There was a small reef right and reef left. But most of the time was spent on a punchy A-frame. With a small take-off zone and a handful of local kids with the place dialed, I inevitably cut off a few people.
Having spent the last 5 or 6 winters in the mountains, the act of searching for new things to do and ski in the snow has become an art form. I’ve found that not only have I become far better at it, but also enjoy it just as much as actually skiing the discovery. The anticipation can become unbearable knowing there are so many cool places to be. Snow conditions have to be just right, your attitude and physical abilities have to be on point, and of course you should have a buddy at the bottom with a recording device of some sort to catch the action.
This winter has afforded me the ability to see lots of new places around Lake Tahoe that are incredibly beautiful and also look totally radical to ski. For example, this zone here elicits the promise of a ride you won’t ever forget. Tucked in between each of the snow spines and rocky outcroppings is a terrifying chute waiting to be sent at high speeds.
Any skier that has so much as glanced at a ski magazine on the grocery store shelf knows what a “pillow” looks like. A tasty pillow zone somewhere in Donner Pass:
Blackwood Canyon, just waiting for some fat flakes to fall.
Luckily the Sierra Nevadas are 400 miles long, we’ve got a bit more exploring to do.
KeeKee and Hazen sledded out to a top secret location and Keenan bagged this little gem.
Slant Skis athlete Sean Field has been seen on a daily basis destroying Squaw’s terrain parks. Prime mid-line back flip, too.
Phil has discovered a new magical rail shredding potion in his tome of spells! It took him a while to remember the spell but he got it. SHAZAM!
It was a magical discovery; a perfect wind-lip, sheltered away from the holiday Alpine Meadows crowds’ thrashing skis and insatiable lust for pow. A monument to the freeskier, a beacon of hope for jibbers with fat skis. In other words we barely had to even shovel the lip! It was a jump for the lazy.