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[Op-Ed] Nobody needs to observe you pow surf.

[Op-Ed] Nobody needs to observe you pow surf.

Written by Xavier— Posted in February 14, 2023

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WORDS — Will Eginton

We’ve seen it in all places; in Instagram posts, annual video elements and nearly each dude’s “private venture.” The scene sometimes goes like this: Dude rocking a high-cuffed beanie and puffy blazes as much as the trailhead in a lifted pickup truck sporting a $10,000 sled draped in some obnoxious wrap and tremendous tall climbing bars. He’s received a chopped seat and a pair of super-fat twins on one aspect. On the opposite, an outsized skateboard with silly foam pads far and wide.

Lower to the subsequent scene of some extremely mediocre pow activates the sled by means of a meadow. Homie then stands on the high of a 23-degree pitch prefer it’s the highest of the ultra-ramp or regardless of the fuck it’s referred to as on the X Video games, and drops in on that silly plank of wooden. Shitty bottom turns ensue, palms thrown to the sky. A toe-side flip—when you can name it that—results in our fateful protagonist selecting up velocity earlier than bailing right into a plume of fluff. Cackling ensues.

I’m sick of it. I used to simply let it cross. Preserve scrolling. Smash “again” on my browser. Quick ahead on the TV. Transfer on to extra regular indulgences. I’d quite watch Hoji gentle up some hallways in Inside BC. The Blondes chuck themselves full noise. Matěj Švancer drop some absurd Dub 16 variation I’ve by no means seen. There’s a lot rad shit occurring in snowboarding, so why would I get bent out of practice about somebody out and about having enjoyable? No matter blows your hair again, proper?


No, I’m stewing over it. Full-on Maine Lobstah, man. Boiling to the purpose that I’m crimson within the face, shrieking and all jumbled inside.

It’s a large center finger to us regular people. The fuck-you cash {of professional} ski-dom. It’s the wakesurfing of snowboarding—a heat embrace of absolute privilege.

Now I’m certain it’s enjoyable. I imply, why wouldn’t or not it’s? Sledding down the hill at your native park if you have been eight-years-old was fairly rattling enjoyable. And yeah, certain, I attempted to face up on my Wal-Mart particular and skitter off down the hill behind my home. All of us did.

However these days are lengthy gone, bub. Like lots of you, my days of snowboarding 100 days a 12 months are behind me. Work and life obligations relegate my time within the hills to 2 days every week—three if I push an evening mission. And pow days? These are sacred days. These are the times we reside for, and when the fatty flakes are flying, it solely means one factor: Seize your skis and get on the market.

So when the latest up-and-coming backcountry bro pops up on my feed on a Tuesday AM, faffing his means by means of some low angle meadows on his hand-crafted powsurf board, preaching some shit about “embracing the second” or “feeding the soul” or another bullshit written by his social media coordinator, I get a bit satisfied.

I’d do horrible issues to have the ability to chase snow. To spend my winters searching for out tender snow and ripping new strains. If I used to be in that place, I’d wish to be on my skis as a lot as doable. Why on earth would I waste my time tomahawking and stumbling by means of some boring terrain? That’s my opinion, and I understand it may not be shared. However guess what? You, the semi-professional/skilled skier, are paid to encourage us to love, truly go snowboarding.

And powsurfing just isn’t snowboarding. It’s truly a lot worse: it’s condescending, elitist. “Oh, that fancy-lad exercise I grew up doing on holidays to our mountain home? I’ve had sufficient. It’s sort of stale, you already know? I’m gonna skip this killer storm cycle and simply powsurf. Clear the top; reset a bit.” It screams “I’m bored snowboarding pow each rattling day, I would like to search out stimulation elsewhere.”

Cool, man. You’re the person. You’re absolutely the man. You receives a commission to do what we pay to do. And whereas us plebes are over right here jittery-stoked and spun right into a powder-panic, you’re pretending you’re a center schooler that simply discovered he received a snow day.  

So if you wish to flex, that’s nice, man. Glad you’ve discovered your steadiness, your internal peace; however I certain as shit don’t wish to watch it. Positive, I is likely to be turning into your jaded Uncle Glenn bemoaning park skiers not with the ability to flip. However at the least I’m not blowing treasured journey finances to show just a few B-roll pictures right into a mini-segment in my private venture.

This story initially appeared in FREESKIER Quantity 24.
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