Getting settled in Verbier for the final stop in the Freeride World Tour. Never been here before and it’s pretty exciting. The Bec des Rosses is really gnarly and something that almost every freeskier dreams about skiing. I’d be stoked if I win and I’d be stoked if Janette Hargin wins. It’s just another day skiing and whatever happens, happens.
Winning the Freeskiing World Tour Title my first year competing, the technical skill that I achieved from 11 years of hard work ski racing, and every time I stomp a line that scares the living bejesus out of me.
Lots. Sublime, the Weepies, Ravi Shankar, Joe Purdy, Hendrix, Steely Dan, John Brown’s Body, The Allman Bros, the Doors…. The list goes on. I love music, it’s always playing while I ski. Makes me feel like life is a picture perfect movie. Because usually when you’re skiing, it is.
Sleeping bag, a sense of peace and adventure, and people who I can be spontaneous with.
When I was about 2 and had the power-wedge down I couldn’t get enough of the speed factor. One day, I guess I just didn’t feel like going slow anymore. Mom kept yelling at me to slow down and my dad knew the only way I would understand was to learn for myself. So after decreased parental regulation of my speed I let ‘er rip right off the groomed and into the powder, experiencing my first full-out yard sale. I kept it a little more under control after that. That was the beginning of testing my limits I guess…
Anyone who pushes their limits while being smart at the same time. My brother John Collinson because he is always giving skiing his all and encourages me to ski to my potential and not take myself too seriously. People who have respect for the mountain and for mother nature. And lastly, the scary, gnarly, beautiful line that calls to you- the kind of line that just to look at takes your breath away and reminds you why you love skiing.