It's time for another update in the Summer Glacier Camp Contest. We've got lots of entertaining entries so far and there's a sampling below. Remember, your chance to win one of two sessions at Whistler Blackcomb courtesy of Camp of Champions and Dave Murray ends May 7, 2007.
heres my video,
it would be an awesome experience.
hope you enjoy.
my ns screename is Jkjklolomg.
The reason why I want to go to Whistler for this summer is simple. I live in Southern Connecticut. It wasn't even below 40 degrees until January and it was the worst winter for snow ever. The mountain that I go to after school where there is snow doesn't have a park, and it has only about less then 200 vertical feet from top to bottom. So pretty much there is no way to get in a park until spring break, so on the weekends I set up a rail in my front yard and start on my rock wall just to get a little action. And when I got to go to a mountain finally for spring break, I get shown up by all of the kids in there doing like switch 7's because they practice all year, and on top of that I have to listen to my brother tell me how much that I suck since he gets to go up to Vermont all the time from his snowboard sponsors. So I want to win a trip to ski in the summer so I'm not stuck in Connecticut in 90 degree weather and no snow, so for next year I can try to show up all of those kids during who get a mountain all winter.
I am guessing that you have already gotten my first email, but I thought I would add something else in this one since I really want to go. The attachment is a picture which clearly explains why I need to go to a summer camp, because I don't ever want that to happen again. I really need some work on spinning on to rails and off, going through kinks, and spinning the bigger jumps. That is why I want to go to a summer camp at whistler. I really hope sending a second email doesn't hurt my chances of winning.
Wattup Newschoolers... my name is Dylan Trickett and I WANNA GO TO SUMMER
why? ... I was skiing more than I ever had this season, training with my freestyle team (NCD). I was having an amazing year until tragedy struck. I was comin home from an after-school session and i dropped my friend back at his house. I was on the highway back to my place and my skiis flew off the top of my car. I had forgotten to close my ski rack... It was the worst moment of my life. I knew my skiis were done. I managed to collect them off the side of the highway, but they had probably been run over by hundreds of cars. My bindings were shattered and both my skiis delaminated like crazy. If I could go to a Whistler Glacier camp, it would help make up for the end of the season that I missed out on because of the accident.
I've got flyers in the mail from Momentum and I stare at the pictures whishing I could be one of the kids shredding the parks there. There is no way I would be able to afford one of these camps on my own so if you guys could hook me up with a trip to Whistler it would be a dream come true.
peace and thanks, DYLAN
When the snow was there and I could ski it every week-ends, I couldn't realize how much I was addicted to skiing. Now, there is no more snow here in Quebec, I havent been skiing since two weeks... Im becoming crazy. Summer setups are fun but after sometime they just become boring. I would really like to ski a sick setup including jumps and rails in whistler, make me go NS!
Here is some shot from last summer.
i wanna go to summercamp because the east coast sucks....my moutain sucks........i suck.....and summer camp does not suck.......it will help me not suck.......(if only it could help my moutain not suck) but my most reason is because it says its the birthplace of cool....i wanna be cool so i figure if i go to this i will be cool and the only reason youd not pick me is becuase its really not cool and you dont want me to figure it out. but it is cool so you must pick me because i want to go to summer camp
Why I deserve to win:
On December 15th, 2006 my city received the biggest snow storm since the mid 1970's, as I looked out my window that night, I figured this was going to be a season to remember. The ski hill promptly opened 2 days later and there i was tearing up the hill with my buddies. In the next 3 days the 3 and a half feet of snow we had just got had all melted away and I was incredibly depressed. But i figured, its gotta snow sometime right? Two weeks later, no snow. 3 Weeks later and still no snow. It was January 20th when Boler mountain, if you can call it a mountain opened up. The hill operators promised that it would remain open for 65 days or so. Out of the the 67 days it was open i was there for 48 of savouring every one of them. learning new stuff and just having a good time. Now, you may be thinking, ok so whats the problem there? Well, our park wasnt setup for about 2 weeks after the open, the park warden set the hand rails up with gaps so big, that boarders even had trouble hitting it from the side, our boxes were cracked and chipped and the jump was never groomed so the landing eventually became impossible to make. I have never been to any other mountain except for boler (apparently the smallest ski resort in North America) in Canada or the States, mainly because no one else in my familly skis, they just don't know what they rae missing. I would give everything in the world to finally ride on a park set up by experts, and a park thats bigger then 1 jump and 4 rails. I would lvoe the opportunity to learn new tricks with proffesional instruction, it would be an experience i would never forget. Skiing is my addiction, my favourite sport, and now you guys have the chance to make my summer epic. I dont know how i am i going to wait a full 9 months to ski again.
Why I want to go to summer camp is not a question of begging, but one of a desire to realize my lost potential in skiing. I present for your consideration a Hollywood-esque tale of lost youth.
Riding park is not a part of skiing new to me, in fact it was what renewed my interest in skiing during my youth. However, as I've gone forward in my life I've found myself moving further and further away from park riding. This is a movement hindered by a decline in my park riding ability, and similarly confidence, yet despised as I watch the latest batch of young guns locking in truck driver fives.
I started riding park at the same time "Happy Days" was released. Following Tanner Hall I bought a pair of the original provocative Scratch FS's and attacked the park with an energy that only a high schooler could have. At first I focused on rails. I began with the typical flat bar, falling hard, and quickly learned the idea of balance and weight shifting. After my white pants had turned red with rail paint, I progressed to kinks,and longer, higher, straight rails. By the end of my rail focus, I was sliding down dragon-style S boxes. Taking a sectoral approach, I moved to the next section of park skiing I initially neglected - airs and tricks.
I learned the classic safety grab, and stopped there. One grab, good enough. I started with 180's and mastered those - capped off with a nice safety grab. I then learned 360's in a similar fashion, and followed it by learning the 540. Then I stopped learning.
It's not that I stopped learning new tricks. It's that I left BC. I left skiing, I left biking, I left hills and I left the pain of chugging WILDCAT EXTRA STRONG. I was transported to cold, flat Ontario to attend Queens University and pursue the aspect to life continually as odds with the teenage desire to ski - education. At the end of my third year of a politics degree, striving towards law school, I'm left having experienced educational progression but with the absence of park skiing progression.
Skiing is still an insanely important component to my life and self-definition. However, it is a skiing that has taken a form common to those who have retired from the professional sport -powder and back country riding. I hike the mountains, cross the traverses, for the rush of cranking off fast, steep, turns in deep powder. This is a skiing that I love, that I crave, yet something is missing when I leave the back country and return to the resort. I miss the feeling of landing a trick, that feeling of smoothness that skiers aptly label, "steeze."
Today, I slide into the park, the same old Scratch's bound to my feet, and settle into the jump waiting line. Unlike when I used to ski in high school, twin tips are everywhere. Skill is also everywhere. I see corks, rodeos and every other trick in the book. Myself, I have nothing anymore. It seems that writing on "European Commission Merger Regulation and Extraterritorial Advances into Foreign Domestic Business" (Yes, that was a piece that I wrote - for fun too) has overwritten my abilities to spin through the air. What a sad reality I experienced when I realized what I'd become:
I still say gnarly and sick, but the park riding in me to support my linguistic style has evaporated into thin air. This new me slides into the park, Scratch's still bound to my feet, wearing a tweed suit and eyes masked by thick turtoise-shell glasses. I move to take a run at the jump, but feel my poles heavier than normal - I'm holding books. So I ski into the air, a professor in the park. I fly straight, land, and am out of tricks. Luckily though I managed to hold onto my poles, "The Wealth of Networks" and "Martin Heidegger's Basic Writings."
I'm 20 and ski like a university professor in the park, and I'm sickened by that reality. I see it as a terrible step towards being a 22 year old park gapper. While I initially said this was not a matter of begging, over the course of writing to you I have realized that it is quite simply a matter of begging. I beg of you, to save me from being the 22 year old gapper. Ski culture does not need more one pieces, rear-entry boots, and novelty ski hats - especially while riding park skis. I need to learn grabs, spins and flips not just for myself, but to avoid becoming one of an emerging threat to park skiers on the hill, a gapper with twin tips.
I beg of Newschoolers.com, Whistler-Blackcomb, Camp of Champions and Dave Murray Summer Camps to provide an ending to my story that suits it's Hollywood-esque nature. I need a happy, Hollywood ending of lost youth regained. Aid me in making reality play out like it does in the fiction of film.
I thank you for listening to my peril and look forward to your future response.
Kellen C. Voyer
NS Username "five4ty" (Ironic name isn't it?)
If you send me to summer camp I promise I will rage in my one peice and cause a scene all week. The picture explains it all. Oh, and I will do huge spaffys off everything.
Hey, this is Pat Cowan and im going to describe why i think i deserve to go to camp. My season started off amazing. I was progressing faster then ever befor and on febuary 17th i broke my ankle. in the beginning i was told that it would be about 4 weeks till i would be healthy again. but after a trip to the surgeon i found out that i pretty much destroyed my ankle and needed surgery. So now ive been out for more than 2 months and I am about to get my cast off. I went to a bunch of comps to watch while i was hurt and even helped out my friends with some urban rails. unfortunately there is no snow and my promo is a about 45 seconds long and is half snowboarding. Please feel super sorry for me and send me to camp. It would be swell. and i will attach my short little video of my year.
two miles an hour so everybody sees you.