Hey fellers. This is Sean reporting in. The night before the session,
the news was calling for 1-3 inches of snow but due to the lack of knowledgeable weathermen in PA, they were wrong. We ended up gettin
around 10-12 inches.
The next morning we woke up to covered grass,
driveways, ski equipment left outside from the night before, and NO
SCHOOL!. Immediately me, and my friends Jordan, Kenny, and Ben had the
same idea. We were going to have an old fashion jib session in Jordan's
back yard. So I went up to Jordan's around 12 o'clock to set the rail
up. Me and him got an early start on the rail before the other 2 showed
When 2 o'clock rolled around Kenny and Ben arrived with an old
motor oil barrel that would be ideal for bonking and some rad
handplants. When they first got there we were considering going up to
our local mountain Big Boulder but the 45 minute drive and the 20$ cost
was getting old, fast and we decided to take advantage of the snow we
had. Last year we didn't see snow until mid-January! So after everything
was set up, which took about an hour, we started seshing. My friend Ben, who is not usually into pushing himself, decided that he would
start trying some stuff that he is not accustom to doing, while Kenny
and Jordan continued to do multiple rail completions with a variety of
After hitting the rail for a little we decided to start on
the barrel jib. First off we just nose/tail tapped it a few times with
some 180's and what not. After that we started adventuring into the
handplant apparatus, soon finding out they are a lot harder than they
look. Me and Kenny started getting the hang of them while Jordan and Ben stuck to some gnar grabs over the barrel.
After getting a few good
handplants and bonks I decided I wanted to misty over the barrel, only
to realize half way through the air i was definitely not goin to make
it. All in all we got some decent shots with aunts old
digital camera and had a super fun session regardless of what we
did. Stay tuned for some more updates from the quiet town of Moscow.
MEANWHILE... Out of Desperation:
“Desperate” isn’t the right word but it’s the
first word that comes to mind. This is definitely a slow starting winter in
Colorado. It’s almost December and by this time, the Front Range has usually
gotten a proper, school-closing dump or two. When Boulder saw its first real
accumulation of three inches (five if you’re really
optimistic), Hartman had decided he was finished with waiting and was
determined to kick off the urban exploits of a new season. The day before
Thanksgiving, Jon was able to coax Jake Szarzec to join him, Daryoosh Ardalan
to tag along with his video getter and the mini-crew set out, with Jon’s sights
set on a big chunk of concrete glory.
You have to give Jonny credit. I don’t think
there are a lot of people who would step to this double kink ledge as their
first target of urban de-beautification. Especially considering the ensemble’s
rookie behavior with one shovel. We were able to get another shovel in on
the action but all the snow farming only made one thing painfully clear- speed,
or a lack thereof, kills. Jake was grumbling the whole day that we needed a
Whatever though, next big dump and this thing is
done for! Jon got close a bunch more times once I got in on the pole whip,
incapacitating me from shooting. This spot didn’t get busted for a good two
hours even with our long set-up and extensive surrounding surveillance.
Laybacks cause we don’t cheat! Get up there Jon!
You see that pole there? It’s just for a security camera. No lights, just a
camera with obviously very little attention paid to it.
This rail was, like the buckle of Hartman’s new
boots, a bust.
From there, the caravan of vandals-to-be headed
to a spot embodying urban dirtiness. A passage through a fence with an actual
solid door cut out was at the top of a wobbly rainbow to flat with a mega kink
in between. The area looked deserted until, of course, we started shoveling
snow. The man who sent us on our way was quite nice and told us when we could
come back but the door was probably locked by then.
We took these pictures to make it look like we
weren’t being sketchy before getting kicked out. Swear to god, we’re just
Daylight was running out. Against all scruples
the crew decided, “Screw it. We don’t care if the Casey Middle School rail is
played. Let’s see if we can make it happen.” Some kids had set this popular
spot up to cheater mode, packing snow down the first set of stairs to jump on
after the kink. This made set-up super easy after transporting the snow up the
steps. Once again, though, velocity was our downfall. With stills taking a
backseat to potential video, I became bitch while Jake and Jon alternated
taking turns and helping me push and pull. Jon gave ‘er for awhile, falling off
once after nosebonking that piece of plumbing to the left. Jake kept at it
until Dar deemed the video not worth it as dusk set in.
Jake on an attempt while I attempted the
infamous polewhip-to-protect-the-camera-to-frame-and-get-the-shot trick.
I had to get off to work, cold and tired. I
realized that this would not be the typical Boulder dump, as night set in and
the temperatures continued to drop. Normally, we get about one day after a dump
before the weather goes schizo and the mercury climbs to 60. I told Jon that I
still wanted something and Thanksgiving, after all, is a time for friends and
family. Dar came along too and I pointed our smaller set toward my secret
little garden of urban goodness. If there’s one thing Jon Hartman likes to ski
on (aside from spleeze), it’s bomb drops.
This shot would be so stoic if Jon were skinning
up some remote ridge.
We decided on this man-made cliff band that was
just feet from a crazy ledge (which you’ll probably see around the same time
that double kink is slayed.) It was a quick set-up as we scraped the
diminishing snow into a landing pad while Jon stomped out an in-run. It only
took a few times before Jon was satisfied, despite overshooting the landing pad
a few times. Moving down the street a little, we almost had the next part ready
to go when another uncharacteristically friendly security guard rolled up.
“What’s up, guys?” he said quietly, leaning out the window
of his truck.
“We’re thinking about doing some skiing.”
“OK… are you guys employees?”
He explained that, while he didn’t understand
the whole insurance liability, he couldn’t let us do this. That’s OK, sir.
Thanks for not getting in our faces. You have a good Thanksgiving.