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On a super heavy day out solo filming, I managed to snag three first-try clips, and this was one of them.

After stacking a few clips at nearby spots, I checked the landing and saw barely any tracks, so I made the call to send it. I hiked back to the access road, grabbed my truck, and looped around to the top.

By the time I traversed back over, four skiers had cut straight through the landing, but at that point I was already committed.

The takeoff felt good, but mid-air I got thrown slightly off-axis and ended up in a weird cork that had me coming in heavy on the nose. Somehow, the snow was just deep enough to save me, and I rode away clean.

The clip turned out sick. I just wish the landing had stayed untouched.

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My favorite clip of the entire project.

One of those spots I had my eye on for months after I tried hitting it the first time with low snow.

When we finally got a good storm I got there early morning, solo mission, 9 AM. The snow had filled in just as I hoped, covering the top cliff rocks and forming a pillow with a perfect pyramid-shaped landing. I knew if I could make it to the landing, I’d be good.

But here’s the catch, the drop was completely blind. No way to pinpoint my exactly where I’d land and I knew if I landed in the wrong spot it could be rocks. I also wasn’t sure how quick the ride-out would be or whether I’d have enough time to stop.

I stood atop the drop, visualizing my landing. Used my snowboard to mark my takeoff point. Speed-checked 2-3 times. But one thing was fucking me, all my boards bases were trashed from early-season street riding. No way I was dropping $80 on a Tahoe base grind though, so I had to hop into my drop-in just to gain enough speed.

First Attempt:

Absolutely perfect.

Landed exactly where I wanted.

Slowed down with ease—thanks to the deep snow (and my slow, wrecked base).

But immediately, I realized I needed a second angle. The roll-in wasn’t visible enough. Hiked back up, set my camera, got ready to drop again.

Right then, Nate Haust rolls up. He sees my line from the first hit and pulls over to watch. Attempt #2 felt way less sketchy with someone there. Got it again, grabbed the top angle, and then asked Nate if he wanted a go.

He passed. We headed up to Sugar Bowl instead and spent the rest of the day lapping pow.

Just another day in Tahoe.

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The Ender War was the hardest battle of the entire project.

I first heard about the spot from the legend Will Mayo himself. He told me that nobody had ever gone sideways through it, and only a handful had managed to 50 it. After hitting the University of New Englands Hubba and Wallride, I drove over to scope it out.

When I got there, it was already late. Knowing this would be an all-day endeavor, I decided to build the lip and let it harden overnight. Before leaving, I snapped a photo of the spot posted it on my story and headed out.

The next morning, I pulled up around 8:30 a.m. and it was 12 degrees outside.

I had a roast beef sandwich, a banana, and plenty of water. Thankfully the setup was ready to go. All I had to do was set up my drop-in ramp.

At first, I was only trying to make it through the first two kinks before hopping off to the outside. As I got more comfortable, I started committing further down the rail and moving more toward the inside. The problem was that if I came out early, I had to ride directly onto the stairs.

A few times, I scared the shit out of myself.

The sharp kinks made it difficult to locked in, and every attempt felt like it could go wrong in a different way.

Four hours went by and I was getting hungry. I finally decided to take a short break and walked back to my truck and pulled out my sandwich when a guy and his girlfriend pulled up beside me. He told me he’d seen my Instagram story and wanted to stop by, say what’s up, and watch for a bit.

They stayed for a little while, watching from the warmth inside their car, before eventually heading out.

As it got later, I started getting closer.

My camera battery eventually died, forcing me to pull my truck down to the bottom of the rail so I could charge it. The charging cable wasn’t long enough to reach outside, so I balanced the camera on the windowsill while it charged and then went right back to battling.

At that point, it felt like my entire world had shrunk down to that rail.

I don’t know how many times I hit it.

What I do know is that I was there from 8:30 in the morning until 6 o’clock at night.

When I finally got it, I wasn’t celebrating.

I was just relieved.

All I could think was:

Thank God it’s over.

I was beyond exhausted and couldn’t wait to pack everything up.

For the next hour or so, I sat at the spot smoking and thinking about what I should do the following day. Originally, I planned on staying in Maine and filming more spots.

Then I stood up.

The second I tried to move, I realized there was absolutely no chance that was happening.

I drove back to Massachusetts that night and couldn’t snowboard for the next two days.

This rail pushed me further than any other spot in the project. It demanded an entire day of endless attempts and by the end, I had nothing left.

But that’s what makes these moments so meaningful.

They’re not just tricks. They’re stories.

Thank you to everyone who’s followed along, watched the videos, read these articles, and supported the project. Being able to tell these stories means the world to me.

I’m excited to start creating again next month and can’t wait to share what’s next.

Until then,

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TO ACCESS NEW SHIT FIRST

I managed to save my head, but absolutely smoked my elbow on the pavement. Hard.

Then I did it again.

And again.

Looking back, I can honestly say I didn’t slam like this anywhere else during filming. Every attempt felt like it was going to be the one, so why stop?

While I was battling the spot, I kept watching the footage back and convincing myself I was right there. In hindsight, I probably should’ve been asking myself a different question: Is this actually worth it?

The answer was no.

This ended up being the most unnecessary battle of the entire video. The reason is pretty simple: the rail was small as fuck and didn't even look good.

I fought with this spot for over two hours. My camera battery only lasts about that long, so at one point I had to go sit in my car and charge it. That should’ve been the sign to pack it up and move on.

But quitting is hard when you’ve already invested that much time. Every failed attempt makes you feel like the next one has to be the one. The closer you get, the harder it becomes to walk away.

Sometimes walking away is the smarter move.

I didn’t.

The repeated slams eventually gave me blisters that became infected, and the whole thing ended up being far more painful than it was worth. What bothered me most wasn’t even the injuries—it was realizing the spot never really deserved the effort in the first place.

When I was putting the final video together, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn’t include any battles just for the sake of showing a battle. If a trick wasn’t physically impressive, aesthetically pleasing, or meaningful to the story, it didn’t belong.

This spot checked none of those boxes.

The footage felt forced. The trick felt forced. The entire battle felt forced.

So I left it out.

In the end, all I got from the spot was a swollen elbow, infected blisters, and about a month of lingering pain. Not exactly a great trade.

Still, I learned something from it.

Not every battle deserves to be won.

Sometimes the hardest thing isn’t committing to the trick—it’s knowing when to drive away.

Safe to say I didn’t waste time on any more worthless spots after that.

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I somehow managed to walk away from three separate rail failures in a single afternoon.

Luckily, this was the one day I wasn't out there alone.

The night before, I found an apartment complex in Waltham, Massachusetts that completely blew my mind. Multiple spots packed into one property. The kind of place that keeps you awake the night before thinking about possibilities.

I had no idea how the next day was about to go.

Rail #1

I started with what seemed like the best looking feature.

Management rolled up while I was setting up my drop-in ramp and, surprisingly, seemed completely cool with what we were doing—which is pretty fucking rare. Just from that interaction alone, I figured the day was going to be a success.

Fuck, was I wrong.

I started with a few warm-up 50-50s. Everything felt feasible, the rail seemed good, and I honestly didn’t notice anything alarming. Before long, I was moving on to lipslide attempts.

That’s when things started getting weird.

After a few attempts and a couple slams, Tyler took a closer look at the rail. The thing was completely rusted out.

I shut my camera off to save battery while we looked at it. With barely any pressure, the entire bottom half of the rail snapped off.

Not bent.

Not cracked.

Gone.

Just like that, Spot #1 was unsuccessful.

Rail #2

Fortunately, there was another rail only a few feet away.

Natural speed. Easy setup. A straightforward 50-50 through the drops.

The only problem was my camera had died.

Luckily, Tyler had an old backup camcorder in his car, so I threw an SD card in it while my camera charged in my car.

Most of the time in the streets, things look way easier before you strap in.

So after hyping myself up enough to finally send it, I jumped on and immediately felt something weird on the final drop.

As I hit it, it almost felt like something kicked me off.

When I got up and looked closer, we realized the rail was bent upward.

One tiny tap and...

Snap.

Rail number two joined rail number one.

At this point we’d broken more rails than we’d landed tricks.

Rail #3

After destroying two rails in the same complex and despite the ok from the properties management, we decided to move to a smaller rail still within complex that I’d originally planned to use as a warm-up spot.

Before we could even unpack everything, management rolled back over.

Apparently they’d seen the broken rails.

As politely as possible, they asked us to leave.

Fair enough.

The Fence

Next door was a grassy hill leading into a fence with a surprisingly soft, bush-filled rideout.

I wasn’t even planning to film it.

I just wanted to warm up.

The first 50-50 attempt immediately broke the fence bracket where the support leg connected. I got pitched sideways down the hill and rolled through the bushes until I found my feet.

Thankfully the landing was soft.

At that point I decided maybe the universe was trying to tell me something.

Instead of sliding it, I just ollied over the thing, grabbed a quick clip, and called it a day.

Waltham’s Structural Integrity Test

None of these clips made the final project.

The tricks weren’t that great, and honestly the story ended up being better than the footage.

Most days you’re battling speed, weather, snow conditions, security, or commitment.

This day I was battling infrastructure.

Three broken rails.

One broken fence.

Zero hospital visits.

I’ll take that as a win.

Waltham, Massachusetts owes me absolutely nothing, but it somehow gave me one of the strangest days I’ve ever had while filming.

Some spots fight back.

These ones just broke.

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In the heart of Montpelier sits this rusted relic of a down bar — weathered, shaky, and somehow still holding together.

Before I could even set up my camera gear, the neighbor from the house next door came outside to talk. She told me they used to let people ride the spot, but lately younger kids had been showing up and causing problems, so she’d started shutting sessions down for anyone who looked underage. Lol, apparently age has its privileges.

From the beginning, I had my mind set on a cab 2 pull. The setup was awkward though — weaving through this castle-like structure just to line up the in-run. Then there was the rail itself: rusty, unstable, and looking like it could snap at any moment.

I ended up landing it to switch first while filming the top angle. After that, I hiked back up, moved the camera around, and cleaned up the clip exactly how I wanted it.

Since it turned into such a quick mission, I also included some behind-the-scenes footage of digging the spot out and getting everything ready. Usually the build ends up being just as much of a battle as landing the trick, but this time everything came together surprisingly easy.

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