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Terje Haakonsen and Friends in Kamchatka

17:00 6th November 2010 by Onboard Snowboarding
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Published in Onboard Magazine Issue 117, November 2010

Words: Danny Burrows

Sani Alibabic, Peetu Piiroinen, Fredi Kalbermatten, Stephan Maurer and JP Solberg join Terje Kaakonsen to rip the snowcapped volcanoes of Kamchatka…

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Peetu Piiroinen discovers that outside of icy parks there’s this soft stuff called ‘powder’. Woop!

Kamchatka hangs from russia’s east facing head into the Pacific like a great elephant’s trunk, its hide pockered by living volcanoes. Our outpost of Snow valley, comprising five newly built wooden lodges, is two hours by truck from the nearest conurbation and 20-minutes fl y time to the lines of the peninsula’s suppurating cones. Beyond the camp an expanse of snow and skeletal trees, black and bare, drapes down from the shrouded heights like bridal trails. as Sani put it, it’s the end of the world.

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JP Solberg.

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Absinthe’s Brusti negotiates sulphurous slop.

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When the crew had scored enough face shots it was time to build. JP Solberg sends it long on a backside 7 at the end of the trip.

We are a big group by snowboard standards, with three still photographers, me, Adam Moran and Russian snapper Andrew Piromov; Brusti is here to film for Absinthe’s new movie NowHere and Burton filmer, Tim Manning, is also onboard. Maxim, a local of these parts and founder of the Kamchatka Snowboard Association, is our main fixer and guide and our murder of rippers reads like the guest list of a snowboard blockbuster: Terje Haakonsen, Sani Alibabic, Peetu Piiroinen, Fredi Kalbermatten, Stephan Maurer and JP Solberg. And last but not least there’s Svein, Terje’s friend and physio. This would be his sixth time on a board and he had been quite literally dropped in at the deep end; however you wouldn’t have known it. He was throwing down McTwists off a corner we built near the lodge and doing backfl ips off the big kicker in the backcountry, none of which he landed but the idea and guts to try were there – with a little time he would stick them. According to Terje, whatever sport he tries is mastered.

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The sleds allowed access to some fun terrain down low. Fredi Kalbermatten boosts a Method.

We had flown eight hours from Moscow to Petropavlovsk, the Kamchatkan capital, leaving behind a city shattered by two explosions on the rush hour subway. Suicide bombers from the troubled provinces of the Caucasus had brought war to the city, killing 37 and wounding dozens more; another sad note in the diaries of a country with more scars than a failed bare-knuckle fi ghter and for us not the most reassuring introduction to Russia.

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Sani and Maurer

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Terje & JP get the Russian Heli 101

 

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Terje Haakonsen makes good use of heli drop No. 3,796 on his ever-increasing list.

Our trip was the culmination of two years of brain storming between Terje and his friend Maxim and once rolling the rest of us jumped the cart to help pay the $5000 daily levy on the helis, and I guess for a bit of company on the hill. The vertical here, according to Sani, is like that of Japan with heaps of potential for getting your shred on and as well as lines there’s also spaced tree runs to cut. With strong winds, though, the snow on the
mountains proper was blown and it felt sketchy with no pits being dug, but our guides according to Maxim were the best in Russia. On the second drop of the fi rst day, on what was a mellow line by Sani’s standards, he asked the guide if it might slide. The answer was a little ambiguous: “Maybe, but not likely.” Sani’s line was safe but when Maurer dropped next, hitting a lip, there was that unmistakable deep ‘whoomp’ as an avalanche triggered. “I remember looking down seeing this big spider web appearing in front of me. My fi rst thought was “what the fuck is this?” ‘cause it took me a second to realize what was going on ‘cause I really didn’t think that something could slide there and then that was followed by “oh fuck, an avalanche, that’s what it is! Get the fuck out of here!” He kept his speed and momentum and cut left and out in time to watch the face slab and funnel into a narrow gully. For Sani it was the sketchiest part of the trip.

And there was us thinking cats had an aversion to water. The Sprocking one slashes the pool.

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Fishy Method on the lower fl anks from Stephan Maurer.

What makes riding here unique is that we were riding volcanoes, cutting lines between vents, ceracs and fi ssures that have cooked through to cauldrons of yellow-stained rock and patches of hot, black lava. In the crater of Mutnovkiy sulphur spewed in rolling cotton blooms from these openings and burned the lungs as we hiked back to the heli. There’s even a valley at the base of the Kikhpinych volcano called the Valley of Death where on still days gases hang thick enough to kill and cat-like the valleys river regularly deposits its victims downstream. Thankfully, it wasn’t on the itinerary.

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Bad-weather days are a no-go for helis, but a short sled ride meant Fredi found something to play on. Tree ride to backfl ip out.

The helis here, all MI8s, are like fl ying school buses. We sit 14 to a chopper facing each other on canvas seats, with our gear stacked at our feet. There are no seatbelts and the pilots seem intent on trying to scare the living shit out of us, setting the craft into steep dives that leave us weightless. We hang on the assurances of Maxim that our pilot, Dimitry Zaderey, is the best in Kamchatka; he’s been fl ying heli trips here for over 10 years but still amazes Maxim with his control of his bird. The funny thing is that with the high winds that we’ve had any other crafts would be grounded – not ours.

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Sani Alibabic lays one out on his way to peer into the earth’s guts.

Great piloting and guiding aside there is nothing stronger than nature and on our last day in the country, while we were out sledding and hitting kickers, one of these helis with a full payload of riders was taken out by an avalanche 2.5 meters deep and 400 meters wide. The exact details of the crash were murky but according to Maxim it was just one of those freak accidents. He went to see the wreckage after and said that the remains of the
heli resembled waste paper. 10 people died in the accident.

While the other guys went to build a jump, Terje said to Sami “I’ve built enough kickers in my life, let’s do something different.” A quick bit of shaping and the classic Haakon Method was busted out.

Of the ten days that I’ve been in Kamchatka we’ve ridden nine: three drop days from the MI8s, six on sleds and one day at the beach where we braved  the Pacific to surf. Where the snow had been assimilated into the sea, black sand contrasted the whites of winter. The water was dark and cold and the waves a glassy 2- to 3-feet, but as Terje put it, “any drive to get surf is always worth it.” Out there, somewhere, subs from Russia’s main base in Petropavlovsk sleuth the depths, their periscopes trained on the shores of America where Sarah Palin, eyes bulging on the stalks of her binoculars, brushes up on world politics.

Solberg, Fredi and a guide enjoy some afternoon delight - beer and fi sh. ALLBOOK117-ENG.

In Kamchatkan mythology the volcanoes are inhabited by huge fl ying ogres. At dusk they lumber up on the thermals, swirling masses of black soot, and glide out to sea to skewer whales on their harpoon-like fi ngers. They return in the night to grill their prize in molten lava, lighting the sky with fl ickers of fi re. These beasts may not be real but what they represent – the power of nature – is the lasting image that will stay with us all of this wild outpost of Russia. We drew lines down volcanoes that overnight are whipped clean; swam in a pool heated by thermic energy from the earth, which at any moment might burst through winters veneer and roast us all.

There’s not many places on the planet that boast such a backdrop. Terje lets one rip by the Pacific.

Man soup.

Russia exists in its own sphere of reality, brutal and yet beautiful. Here none of us are bigger than nature.

Look closely and you can just make out the GoPro rig sticking out of Maurer’s pack. GoPros, so hot right now.

Maurer broke the trip down to simple stats for his blog.
Days on the road: 15
Days on the mountain: 9
Bad weather days: 1
Hiking days: 0
Sledding days: 6
Heli days: 3
Days fl own with a MI-8: 3
Days riding on an active volcano: 1
Runs taken that went all the way down to the ocean: 1
Lost credit cards: 1
Longest period without Internet: 168h
Days without real cell phone reception: 11
People that knocked themselves out while partying at the lodge: 1
People that fell asleep in a strip club: 1
People that took off their shirt while getting a lap dance: 1
Suicide bombings in the subway on the day of our arrival in Russia: 1
Tragic helicopter accidents in the Kamchatka region during our stay: 1
Descent size avalanches that were set off on the trip: 2
People almost sending it over a 30m cliff to total fl at: 1
People jumping head fi rst onto a huge ice block: 1
Bottles of vodka that were bought fi rst thing after landing: 11
Average time spent in the pool every day after riding: 2h
Amount of lifebuoys in that pool: 3
People that fell into the pool with their snowboard gear on: 1
Powder sprays done on the trip: 1348
Really cold water surf days: 1
Ski poles on the trip: 1
New things learned about how to drink vodka the right way: 5
Average speed Dmitry drives through Moscow: 107km/h
Number photos taken on the trip: 22,394
Fun: A LOT!

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