What You Packin? Cold Beer and snacks
I grew up riding Brundage before I was even one year old. I would be bundled up in my Mom’s
backpack, most likely asleep, as she skied down the mountain. My parents were eager to get me skiing at the age of two. I killed it for a few years busting mad spread eagles and bombing the slopes. After that I ventured over to snowboarding at the age of six. Eventually, I started getting really into slopestyle and competitions. As I grew up, I started to learn that Idaho wasn’t the place to ride park. That’s when I decided to move to Reno and attend UNR. I shredded Northstar, Alpine Meadows, and Boreal instead of going to class which was smart. 2007 was a horrible year for Tahoe. I had to get use to the huge crowds of Californians and sharp rocks that obliterate snowboards. Finally, I got sick of the world’s lamest city and moved back to Idaho. I got a snowmobile and that was it. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. I took the past four spring semesters off from BSU to braap around with homiez, explore endless terrain, film, and ride insane amounts of pow pow.