16/03/2008 | by Snowbroader
Last week I was hanging out with the Nikita snowcrew in Tahoe for our first ever snow photoshoot that was NOT committed to filling catalogue pages! All the US Nikita riders showed up – Maribeth Swetkoff, Magalis Dubois, Jordie Karlinski, Clair Bidez and many, many more to be shot by Daniel Blom and John Webster. I was in a great mood for the whole week because the weekend before I had won 750 dollars at the Nikita Chickita contest in Mammoth, so nothing was going to upset me – until I really wanted to get a trick on this straight-down stair rail feature in Northstar’s Stash and tried for two hours – only to be interrupted on countless occasions by all kinds of lost-in-the-woods-tourists and smoke-in-the-woods-stoners who kept stepping all over my take-off. Whoever knows me understands when I say that I kept “relatively” calm…
The next day my peace of mind would be challenged once again though after a semi-successful day of shooting in the pipe. Why does Daniel
have to be so big anyways – I think my airs would have looked much bigger if I didnt have to do them right next to a 2 meter photographer!!! Anyways, that was all still fun. When we came off the hill though I decided to take to short-cut to the already empty parking lot just to have to wait there for the others (really a one time occasion during that week, haha). Lazy as I am I laid down my snowboard on the side of the road and walked over to the fence to look down to where the rest of the group was. They had just started coming up the hill towards me and the cars so I
turned back around to get back to my board. But all there was was a little bit of snow on the road and a wet spot in the shape of my beloved, just broken-in Fallen Angel. No board anywhere. No people either. A stolen board in Hippie-Lake-Tahoe. Never thought that would happen – especially not 30 meters behind me back and within a minute.
Luckily we were night shooting so I spent all next day talking on the phone and driving the rental van all over Tahoe to re-collect any stolen items and to be ready for the night! Also luckily, one of the girls had brought her rather big boyfriend who was able to strap into my new set-up and break it in a little. I was also rewarded by getting one of the best shots of my snowboarding life that night…
The next day was only thursday, which means Biltmore Karaoke night. After all this trouble I got some Margharitas with an old friend and
ended up screaming ‘Run To The Hills’ (my classic) on stage. I woke up the next morning in Carnelian Bay on the couch of some Spanish guys with no phone and no money and had to take the bus to Truckee – not without the bus driver letting me go on for free and having to pull over for me throwing up. Not only did I have a hangover, I was also made fun of all day for going home with Mexicans. They really were Spanish though….
Anyways, this was my week! More to come soon!