I felt like I was called up from the minor leagues when Mike Hans "Hansee" asked me if I could make the trip to British Columbia to be the chef during an upcoming trip to Terrace. With only about 14 days to prepare, and some last minute wrangling to get my shifts covered at the Crested Butte Fire Department, I was ready to go! Leaving on the last day of the ski season in Crested Butte, my friends were puzzled until I told them about the opportunity that was given to me. Some helpful advice from former Terrace chef Jeff Graceffa (owner of the Secret Stash in CB, the best pizza house this side of the Mississippi) gave me the impression it would be a lot of work and the challenge called out to me like an ice cream truck that catches the ear of a fat kid on a hot summer day.

Arriving in Terrace, I was reminded of Gunnison – a small town just downstream from my home in Crested Butte. Our guide Yvan shuttled me around to the different grocery stores and was a wealth of information on my first day there. After loading up the van with food and supplies we headed up to the lodge to get set up. The lodge was really nice with a ping-pong table, bar, comfy couches, and of course a jumbo TV. I’d heard tales about lengthy downtime on trips like this due to weather, so I also had my Sony PS3 in tow to keep everyone entertained.

I rushed to get dinner ready and a table set up for snacks and drinks. It was about 8pm when Scott Gaffney, Mattias Fredriksson, Henrik Windstedt, and Fred Arne Wergeland showed up. Everyone aside from Scott had traveled from Sweden, so these guys were exhausted from the 23 hour flight they had endured! Cody Townsend drove all the way from Squaw and arrived later in the night… I could tell by the look on his face he was beat!

We had great weather the first couple of days and the guys set off and killed it while the blue skies held out. After about day three though, the clouds and coastal weather settled in and we started the downtime phase of the trip. The PS3 was put to good use and Call Of Duty was the game of choice. We went to a little coffee shop in town and that was our window to the outside world via the coveted wireless internet connection. With Mark Abma out due to another blown knee, we still needed one more skier and figuring out who that would be was still a bit of a mystery. Finally we heard that Rory Bushfield was coming up from Whistler to join us for the remainder of the trip. I forgot that Rory had spent time in Crested Butte and when he heard that I cooked at the Gas Cafe he was STOKED. We make this breakfast sandwich at the Gasser called the Burley, which just so happens to be Bushy’s favorite sandwich in the whole world. So every morning Bushy scarfed down two of these before proceeding to scare the whole town by jumping from a couple of local bridges. The first bridge was about a 90 ft. drop and he didn’t just jump, he threw a double backflip and nailed it. I thought to myself "Holy s#!t that was huge!” But it was just another day in the life for Bushy, so I bit my tongue and we carried on.

I had amassed a huge collection of boxes from buying food and I thought if we stacked them up and lit them on fire, maybe Bushy – being the stuntman that he is – would be down to jump through them. So with a little help from our trusty friend lighter fluid, we set the boxes on fire and Bushy built a short in-run and stomped a 180 through the tower of flaming cardboard. We also found this lawnmower that Harley owned which had been converted into a mobile fireplace by a friend of his. Bushy and Henrik built a jump and they were jumping over the flaming contraption on wheels while Scott and Fred filmed. Gaffney had this brilliant idea for me to get into an old Barney Rubble costume and pose underneath them while trying to whack them with a tree branch as they jumped overhead… I looked like something out of a bad Geico commercial and it was from then on that I was known as the "caveman”. Bushy was laughing so hard it was hard for him to keep standing at times. I guess when you have downtime the only thing to do is get creative and just try to make the best of what you have.

This being my first trip with Matchstick I was nervous and wanted to make a good impression on the crew. I have known the guys over at MSP for years and I was honored to be a part in this filming process. I’ll admit that I don't really watch a lot of ski or snowboard films, and when the boys host their annual screenings in Crested Butte I’m usually on the road. That being said, I’m definitely looking forward to seeing the new movie this year and reliving the great memories from BC.

The whole crew was extremely nice and polite and just generally a great group of people. It was great making new friends. Hopefully I’ll get the opportunity to do it all over again next year – until then, be good to each other out there and live everyday like it’s your last!

Much Love, Kevin "Caveman" Welch



Check out the full photo gallery from Terrace BC HERE

This last month will go down as one of the most successful in MSP Films' history. With three crews locked in, and the weather patterns changing for the better, MSP shot some phenomenal footage. Our crew consisted of Ingrid Backstrom, Eric Hjorleifson, and James Heim along with filmers Dustin Lindgren and myself, Murray Wais. We were camped out at a remote hot springs in the Coast Range of British Columbia. The skiing was amazing and the accommodations were equally peaceful. The trip was one of the best that MSP has been a part of to date, and we look forward to sharing more information about this amazing trip in our upcoming film! The pictures provided are from Adam Clark, and a very special thanks goes out to Heli Jake!

~Murray

Be sure to check out some photos from the trip HERE

We had the pleasure of heading down to the historic mining town of Silverton, Colorado for the past couple weeks. Along with myself, the crew consisted of Scott Gaffney and Dustin Lindgren on the cameras, Jason Ebelheiser on the still camera, and the tandem of athletes Jacob Wester and Alex Schlopy. We shot a ton in just a few weeks, and had a blast with Aaron Brill from Silverton Mountain. Jason was kind enough to provide this trip report from our time in Colorado's San Juan Mountains:

I now know why MSP produces the movies they do year after year. They're fast, efficient, and professional. It was quite the privilege and experience to shoot stills alongside Scott Gaffney, Dustin Lindgren, and Murray Wais as they filmed their athletes Jacob Wester and Alex Schlopy recently in Silverton, CO. The crew descended upon the small mountain town of Silverton, building some big and truly unique features over the course of their stay. The shoot was split up evenly between Silverton Mountain ski area, the surrounding backcountry, and the town itself. Massive dub corks, explosions, and watching Scott and Dustin ride two man on the Enticer II (my 92' Yamaha snowmobile) for a follow cam shot were just a few of the highlights. Big props to Alex & Jacob for going huge day after day. Hope to work with you guys again!

~Jason

Be sure to check out the full photo gallery from the trip to southwest Colorado HERE, and also check out Jason's website HERE

Man, what a trip to Golden Alpine Holidays! We just all got home, and this was one for the ages! Check out some play by play from the backcountry mission with myself, Heimer, and Hoji:

So we were the first people to roll in to Meadow Lodge at Golden Alpine Holidays this year. With that came digging our way into the cabin and the outhouses.



Heimer joined Hoji and I on the touring trip this year. He’s bracing for impact on this double line, and yes he stomped it.



We had amazing stability this year which allowed us to get into zones that we couldn’t touch last year. Hoji flashed a line in this zone that had me shaking my head in disbelief.



Our guide, Russ, taught us how to build an igloo, a skill that we were all stoked to acquire. This igloo served as my room for 1 night.



The igloo was more than just my room, this was our new chill spot. We could sit 6 people comfortably.



This was another zone that we never got into last year, that got hit this year. Take your pick.



The first morning we woke up at the Sentry Lodge, this is what was staring us in the face while we were eating breakfast. The entrance is a blind rollover, and with a lot of slough that day, it made this a pretty technical face to make it down cleanly.



This is Hoji managing his slough really well and once again skiing this line at breakneck speed.



Amongst getting to shred some gnarly lines we got to tour through some epic zones and have a some time to appreciate the area.



At the end of the day we got to come back to the lodge and chill in front of the fireplace that Hoji, Steve Hjorleifson, and Jenn Ashton had built the previous summer while Bryan Ralph would jam... good times!





Hope you enjoyed the update - we're off to shred the pow at Chatter Creek!!

Until next time,

~Abma

Back to Whistler after my first trip Golden Alpine Holidays outside Golden, BC with the MSP crew. Thanks to MSP, I have had another amazing opportunity to ski another great place!! Two weeks touring with Hoji, Abnar, Duster and Gaffney at Meadow and Sentry Lodges. Luck was on our side with good snow, a safe snow-pack, an awesome crew, and some decent light to shoot everyday. After 14 days of great snow I can see why Hoji would want to come back even though he has skied there 5 times!

It seems like a magical place where the snow is never bad and the terrain is plentiful. Full of pillows, spines, sick tree runs, and if you show up in the springtime, lots of alpine terrain. Can’t wait for another mission with the crew!!!

~Heimer

Be sure to check out the full photo gallery from the trip HERE

The Esplanade Mountain Range in January is about as much of a sure thing as there is in skiing.

This year the MSP crew decided to ski Meadow Lodge’s terrain for a week and then bump on over to Sentry Lodge for another full week. Both lodges feature nothing but human powered ascents, sick terrain, and tons of deep pow. The entire time we were there, the earth pulled almost every winter weather card out of its hat, except for WARMING. We had full days of blue, blizzards, temps hitting -27c and going all the way up to -1c.

The crew consisted of Scott Gaffney and myself on the cameras, Bryan Ralph shooting photos, and the uber crew of consummate professional athletes: Mark Abma, James Heim and Eric Hjorleifson. All three athletes were on "fire", but by the end of the trip, they were beat down.

We ended up skiing15 out 15 days in some of the most unreal snow conditions. Hoji has now skied 62 days in this zone and has yet to experience bad conditions – or even “just OK” conditions for that matter. It’s just been POW – pretty amazing.

These are the type of zones that we search all over the world for. On top of the perfect conditions, the terrain provides endless options for us so it never gets stale.

A huge thanks goes out to Golden Alpine Holidays, and John Bell, for making this yearly mission possible. See ya next year or maybe later this year!

~Dustin

Be sure to check out Bryan Ralph's full gallery from the trip HERE

The events prior to me actually arriving at Selkirk Wilderness Skiing did not bode well for a good trip: vehicle issues once again! When I actually arrived and got the sled fired up, and got to the top of a ridge to meet the rest of the crew, I suddenly knew it was going to be an awesome trip. I got there on Tuesday. The previous Saturday I had cut myself on a ski edge and received ten stitches, packed hurriedly that night, coached the second day of our Squaw Valley Next Level Women’s Camp, hitched up the sled on the trailer and drove out of Squaw on Sunday at approximately 5pm. 2am found me in Frenchglen, Oregon at the only gas station in town (closed) – I had already been through two towns with closed gas stations and had driven with the gas light on for 60 miles – not a good sign! Time to sleep here (a call to AAA confirmed that they could bring me 2 gallons of gas which would not get me to the next town); I put on my one-piece ski suit, Moon Boots with heat packs in each one, and piled up all my ski coats and pants and tried to rest in the back of the Subie. It actually went ok – I only had to get up twice to turn on the car and heat it up for a few minutes before snuggling back down. At 9am the proprietress sold me gas and I bee-lined it for Nelson, BC.

Selkirk Wilderness Skiing has some magic terrain – it’s almost like the mountains there were engineered perfectly for snow cat skiing. The lodge overlooks a massive valley with the Purcells across the way and Kootenay Lake nestled to the southeast; once you leave the lodge and begin climbing the snow cat roads, perfectly spaced glades and clear-cuts give way to big meadows and suddenly it’s featured mini-golf peaks all around. The peaks are all connected by long ridges – huge bowls in every direction, easy access by cat – and the more massive glaciated terrain feels like you could reach out and touch it to the north. I met the crew in their first afternoon after the driving debacle; I was so overjoyed to be out in the fresh air and not sitting in the car that I didn’t care what we did, I was just pumped to see all my friends at the top of a beautiful mountain. It was high overcast and the sun was rapidly setting (in January it gets dark there by 4:30 for sure), so we finished the scout mission they were on and made our way back to the lodge. What a set-up; we had rooms in the super kush lodge, a snow cat to ourselves, plus everyone had brought their sleds to facilitate quicker filming and easier access… and, the forecast said there was snow on the way – lots of snow! It started dumping that night while we were having dinner (something ridiculous like: roasted game hens followed by a ginger pumpkin cheesecake) and didn’t let up for close to ten days. Each day went in a rhythm like this: wake up at 6:30, breakfast at 7, load the cat with gear, wait for it to get sufficiently high up the mountain and build a road, burrow through all the new snow, and then follow its tracks on our sleds. We would find a zone, double each other on sleds to try to make quicker laps, take turns until the zone was fully shredded. Find a new zone, filmers don their massive backpacks and we would wallow down a run in waist deep pow while their cameras constantly get bombarded with weather, choke on pow, go into the cat to warm up and eat a Nanaimo bar, and then it would be time to already sled down in the dark. After skiing I would go strip off my wet gear in the huge drying room, chill for a bit (sauna or hot tub anyone?) before consuming a massive, delicious, home-cooked dinner, and then stretch before bed by 10 or so. I’ve never had so many days of filming in a row, and it’s certainly been awhile since I’ve skied that many days of deep pow in a row either – if ever. It’s not quick filming when it’s dumping like that, but hopefully we got some shots and were able to show the magic of the place along with the people who run it. Because in the end, the deep pow and food and amenities and all that is awesome—but the warm, funny, helpful and kind people who make up the staff and the Drury family themselves (as well as our sweet crew & skiers) are really what made the trip such a memorable one.

Be sure to check out the full photo gallery from the trip HERE, thanks to Adam Clark.

Until next time, happy shredding!

~Ingrid

You often hear skiers middling about the audience of a ski movie never seeing an accurate representation of what is "really going on" in Alaska. It's a noteworthy complaint but in all honesty, I wanna see you shred, not whine about standing on top of a line for two hours. To me, talking in ski movies is like Long Dick Johnson and Steamy McHole trying to "act" in between their doing-it scenes. It just tends to undercut the thesis.

So now that we've determined words and ski movies go together like Sunnis and Shiites, let's not put a full containment cap (top kill?) on the original subject. You see blogs are made up of all kinds of words and are generally boring in the first place. So maybe in the next few posts I'll peruse this subject of "A day in the life of filming in Alaska". Maybe it'll work, maybe it won't. But whatever the outcome...whatever, I'm blabbing now.

Day 2 Day 1 was met with collecting ski gear the airlines had lost the day before, signing filming permits, getting briefed with the heli and being introduced to our guides. Standard protocols for any trip. Day 2. Well Day 2 broke blue. It was game-f$%&ing-on.

When the sun is shining and the cameras are ready in Alaska, I gotta say the feeling is not made of pure exhilaration and excitement. When the cameras of legends like Scott Markewitz and the boys from MSP are about to be focused on you for the day, the pressure to perform percolates nervousness into your veins. The helicopter starts whirling and soon you're vaulted into the lofty dangers of tall mountains from the safety of a parking lot. It's 0 to 220 mph in seconds.

The beautiful sights can calm but flying into the unknown still tickles your tension wires.

We flew south in search of terrain. Soon this face of rime, ice and powder came into view.

Yet unfortunately it lacked the necessary terrain to shoot. Its ice and rime was creative and fun looking yet the airs seemed few and small and its beauty on camera might not appear on the big screen. So we moved on in search of the legendary Spine Cell. We knew the light might not be on it yet. But we flew on in search of the goods.

Sure enough when we arrived the notorious face was shrouded in the shadows.

You could see the potential but its amazing spines weren't highlighted by the sun and the face was unshootable for the cameras. It always seems to baffle me how uninteresting terrain can look in the shadows. It can be easy to skim your eyes right by a full-chubby face while it's in the shadows. It's when it's in the sun that it captures your gaze like a shot of optical heroin.

But anyway, we're foregoing chronology. Let's jump back into the time-line.

While we waited for Spine Cell to come into the light we decided to get some warm up runs in the light. Both for the camera's and the skiers, it was necessary to warm up on less critical lines.

We scoped the eastern flanking wall of Spine Cell. It looked small from the air but would work for the first lines of the trip.

Henrik and I decided to start our skiing off on the two prominent spines on the looker's left side of the face. Essentially they were mini-golf but it was a great way to get the feeling of the steepness of AK under your skis and a little air under your feet. As it usually is with AK, our judgment of scale was out of whack. We originally assumed both exit airs on the spines to be mere 5 to 10 footers. Sure enough they were 20-30. They probably aren't shots that will make it in the movie but nonetheless they were fun.

My second line was another failure in judgment. Not that I didn't expect the air to be bigger than the first, but I assumed a medium 30-35 foot huck was in order. Much to my surprise when I rolled off the edge of the cliff I found out my air was more like 60-65. I literally had so much time in the air to think that I jockeyed back and forth between going for the stomp or not. At the last moment of flight I said to myself, "Well this is MSP. So I should probably go for the stomp."

Despite the mid-air wish-washing a stomp it ended up being.

I immediately got to the glacier floor below completely wired and excited like I just mainlined a pound of coffee. Confidence began to boil in me. I was then ready for the rest of the day.

With Spine Cell looking like it wouldn't be in the light for another few hours, we decided to go exploring.

Soon we buzzed around the Chugach in search of terrain. The guides pitched forth ideas while we grazed around looking at potentiality. Off in the distance our guide Clark pointed to one of the highest peaks in the area. He said, "There's Peak 6500, we haven't really gotten it before, you guys wanna go check it out?" We could see its steep flanked headwall and lightly featured spines from nearly 10 miles away. We happily agreed to Clark's suggestion.

And then we were there.

Holy Moly did this face look like fun. The airs in the top quarter of the run looked like a pleasurable size. Not too huge to scare the crap out of you, but big enough to sail. Likewise, the 50 degree angle of the face allowed for any hop to turn into a lengthy flight.

As we got to the top, Henrik questioned the snow density. It looked firmer than the first run and the higher altitude of Peak 6500 hundred suggested that fact as well. Henrik decided to take a snow assessment lap on the far skier's left of the face.

After Henrik's run, he radioed up to me in a nervous tone, "The snow is quite hard. I don't know if it's going to be good to send it on."

His words coursed through my head. I took note of Henrik's comments but felt only confidence. I radioed back to Henrik and the camera crew, "It's okay man, I feel confident with this. I'm ready to go."

I mentally lined up the first two turns into the twenty footer and where I had to be to clear the bergschrund at the bottom of the face. "Dropping in 10," I radioed.

Soon I was absolutely nuking down a creamy but dense 50 degree face. I arced two turns, let my skis run and picked up my feet moments before my air. I sailed 20 feet of the deck for what felt like a casual minute. 60 feet had passed under my skis before I landed. The speed after the air was intense. I used all of my old Downhill racing skills to lay into two last turns at 60+ mph before the air over the bergschrund.

The run felt like a DH race. Accelerate, air, haul-ass, finish. Adrenaline juice was now flooding my body.

After another lap my eyes were attracted to the biggest feature on Peak 6500. It was the obvious A+ line. But part of me wanted nothing to do with it and my body tried to suppress any thought my brain was putting up of skiing this line. With the harder snow on the runs before and what looked like a massive air out the bottom, the line had a high injury potential

Henrik decided to ski a spine next to my exit air. I thought it was a good opportunity to assess the size of the cliff. If I could take a picture of him skiing next to the cliff then perhaps I could get a good estimation of the exit air's true size.

I snapped the pic and then got scared.

Henrik looked absolutely tiny next to the cliff. Yet I still couldn't accurately gauge the cliff height. All I knew was that it was going to be big. The height to me looked like it was at the highest borderline of my stomping ability. I stood at the bottom on the glacier below. My mind bounced back and forth. I radioed to the crew. Mentioned my thoughts. Soon I had said too much. Awakening the possibility to the public pushed my desire to ski that line over the edge. I was going to ski it.

We flew up to the top. Within moments I was standing on top and was absolutely petrified.

I couldn't see a single foot of my line. I had no idea where my spine and air was. I radioed to the cameramen across the valley for assistance. They all tried to direct me with directions like, Them: "You see that spine to the right of you? Me: "No. I can't see shit."

But eventually the time was the time and I felt that this was a line I could do. I roughly figured out where I needed to be, uselessly tried to get my nerves in check and got counted in.

I dropped over the rollover, took three slower paced turns to get comfortable with the snow and hopefully place myself on the correct line. Soon the slough I had kicked off from my first turns was tickling my back and threatening to pull me into death traps below. I picked up the speed. Spotted my spine. Eyeballed the blind take-off of the exit air. Picked up my feet and suddenly I was soaring. Time slowed down and I felt nothing but the sensation of flying. After what felt like minutes of gliding I landed with a forceful impact. Sped away from my slough. Hopped the bergschrund and woke up out of the concentrated daze of skiing and flying. Buzzing like a high-tension wire, I was so excited I couldn't even scream (a first for me).

And then it was about 1:00 o'clock. Time for lunch....

The day is half.

Standing under the monolith of Peak 6500 we wait for the heli. The day is far from over yet. Spine Cell now stands in the light. I just skied arguably the best line of my life. Usually life altering moments are great times to take a break, reflect for a second, maybe cheers a beer. That time is not now.

We load into the heli. Fly past dozens of peaks and round the corner into the back of a glacier carved valley. Pressed into the back corner, a corrugated curtain of spines awaits.

Rumor has it that Jeremy Jones has camped out in Girdwood for weeks waiting only for Spine Cell to come into good conditions. Its combination of features, pitch and length are absolutely ideal. It's the track that was built purposely for the Bugatti Veyron, it's the clay court for Nadal, it's the course that Tiger built. It's perfection in skiing.

Now it was time to ski the son of a bitch.

I noticed a great starter line. The spine started just to the lookers left of the cornice. Had an open pitch into what looked like a little launch ramp that fed into a curtain of spines.

What ensued was a line that was essentially simple in its follow through but divine its pleasure to ski. The dangers weren't omnipresent yet the steepness was great enough that the turns are a balance between floating and falling. Every turn is a gravity fed reconnection with the snow, the moments in between those turns are space walks.

When you lift your feet, you fly.

By this time Henrik and a were on such a roll that a ten ton boulder coming down a mountain would have troubles keeping up with us.

We skied on.

We skied and we skied. Lapping Spine Cell a total of 6 times each Henrik and I absolutely exhausted ourselves. The heli buzzed over us with the cameramen dangling off the edge of the skid while we dropped in in 5 minute intervals. We would finish our lap, have mere seconds to click out of our skis, jump into the heli and prep for dropping in on another line. The helicopter would do a test lap to see how the pilot could fly the line in order to keep the filmer and photographer's lenses focused on the action the entire time. Breaths weren't caught and hearts weren't calmed by the time I had to drop in. I skied lines that were lines of a lifetime like they were afternoon laps on KT-22. That is exactly how incredible this day was. Extraordinary was the ordinary. A lifetime of dream-skiing was packed into 12 hours.

The stoke could not be contained.



Thanks for listening,

~CT

PS - be sure to check out my blog The Ski Life

It’s been a long winter for the MSP crew and athletes, but all good things must come to an end. Looking back, everyone here agrees that this has been one of our best seasons yet. Everyone worked their asses off to make the best of it and the results were nothing short of spectacular.

While December provided a few early-season opportunities for the skiers to shake off the cobwebs and get out and start filming, we really took it up a notch in January. As usual, British Columbia delivered the best early snowfall, leaving Mark Abma and Eric Hjorleifson to take full advantage during a skin trip at the remote Meadow Lodge.

February ramped up with two long trips overseas. Bushfield hooked up with Russ Henshaw and Bobby Brown across the Atlantic, sessioning huge jumps provided by the Portes du Soleil crew. Meanwhile, Pettit and Windstedt joined Jacob Wester in Japan in search of deep pow. As it turns out, they didn’t have to search hard… overhead fluff beckoned nearly everywhere they went.

The big-mountain crew slayed huge lines in BC during the month of March. Abma, Hoji, Pettit, Heim, and Bushfield all posted up and had unlimited access to the best terrain on the planet right out their back door in Bralorne. Another crew journeyed to Idaho mid-March to session backcountry booters, and we were introduced to Gus Kenworthy. This trip took an unfortunate turn when Bobby Brown injured his back during a bad landing, and – thinking he was out for the season – the crew packed it in after wishing Bobby a speedy recovery.

We were hungry to start fresh with some new trips in April, so Henrik Windstedt and Cody Townsend teamed up for three weeks of heliskiing with CPG. Both of them came out of Alaska grinning ear to ear, knowing they had set the bar a few notches higher. Meanwhile, Iceland’s volcanic eruption had grounded Wester, Henshaw, and Kenworthy for several days while they were scheduled to shoot with MSP in the US. After a few days of frantic phone calls, they all arrived in Stevens Pass to meet up with Richard Permin, fresh off another trip in northern BC. Despite some rough Washington spring weather, the whole crew managed to rack up shots.

In early May, Sean Pettit had a plan in mind and took a rare trip south of the Canadian border to shred backcountry booters outside of Cooke City, MT. Many of the park skiers were hungry to get shots after competing all season, so we took the Stevens Pass crew to Keystone for a quick mission in the A51 park. Keystone was as hospitable as ever and had several cool features already built for the boys, providing them a veritable playground in which to throw down. The real bangers, however, were reserved for Alyeska, where we saw the triumphant return of Bobby Brown less than two months after his injury. Back on track and ready to shred, Bobby and the rest of the boys threw every trick in the book – quite literally – over the behemoth creation courtesy of Alyeska Resort. When it was all over in AK, a few of the boys decided to cruise down to Mammoth and wrap up a few last shots in the park and pipe before calling it done.

All in all it was definitely a season to remember and there were too many good days to count. What we’re left with are stacks upon stacks of epic footage… the best of which will be flashing before your eyes in just a few short months. Stay tuned to Skimovie.com in the coming weeks for more info, including an official announcement on our 2010 ski film and a teaser that will make your eyeballs pop!

The MSP crew arrived at Stevens Pass one week ago to three stellar features. The trip has been nothing short of a blast. After some flight delays .. our crew of Frenchman Richard Permin, actually just down from and epic AK trip, Gus Kenworthy, the most ripping 18-year-old I know, Russ Henshaw the thunder from down under, and Scando supermodel Jacob Wester proceeded to session a gnarly up rail over the cheese grater stairs... until Mr Wester came off the rail impacting the rail... All in all Jacob was alright, but he needed to head home a little early from the trip. Gus Kenworthy also came up short in his first attempt but later prevailed sticking a sick rodeo 810 off the up rail..In addition to the ripping skiers we have a paraglider pilot on hand to capture all the epic imagery..

A giant shout out to the Steven's Pass crew for making this happen and thanks to Leavenworth WA for being such a great town. A big thanks to Ian Coble for providing the photography...

Be sure to check out Ian's pics HERE