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On The Road…North

April 8, 2013 Dream, Gravity, happy, ski, speedflying Leave a comment

contemplating flight

contemplating flight

 

 

Hitting the road felt good, like a late bill finally being paid or a promise kept. Baker Boyd, Aspen’s youngest hotshot skier to watch and my favorite loose-cannon road trip buddy, picks me up in the in the dodge and we roll out. Crisp blue skies are interrupted by the cumulous clouds that set ones mind to skipping between analytical planning and dreamy fantasy. This trip in front of me has been on my mind day and night all winter, but it has changed so many times that I hardly know where I am headed. I planned this journey northward with my two surf gravity partners Joey Stokes and Nick DeVore. Both of whom are now home with injuries they incurred while skiing on our home resorts, Not flying high with speed wings or riding big lines in Alaska. They have taken the forced grounding with grace and I am proud of them for meeting the challenge with positivity and even excitement for having time to explore new facets of their lives.

With my brother warriors out of action I was faced with the question of how to move on myself, still having the ability to engage the adventure we all wanted to take. I had to ask what was important to me, where did I want to put my energy? I found I still want to ride big mountains. I still want to fly through new landscapes and use my senses to take in all the elements that weave together in the mountains. I want to meet the people who live in the mountain ranges of north america who can show me the myriad of ways to live sustainably in their habitats. I want to test my abilities and equipment against the natural world, and I want to have fun doing it with people who make me laugh.

So I reached out to my community. I was given all the equipment I needed and didn’t have. ION gave me cameras, POC Gave me protection, Icelantic gave me skis, Strafe gave me suits, and mom and dad helped me get the computer I need to share the story. I found friends who felt the same urge to head north, a whole flock of them. Nick’s sister Katrina DeVore and ripping snowboarder  Dayla Robinson went straight up to tailgate Alaska in Valdez with the Shejumps.com crew of ladies. They already have had a week of big lines and powder  and we hope to join them soon. Baker and I tried to drive straight to Montana but got turned around by a yellowstone park ranger because the road has not been opened due to government budget cuts. He was nice enough to give us a speeding ticket too. So we had a day in Jackson with our third member Owen Leeper. Owen just started a ski pole company Boldpoles.com and plans to promote them through this trip by giving neon colored poles to influential skiers and selling the rest. He can also ski faster than almost anyone and flip of anything, all four directions. I’m happy to have Owen and Baker to take this journey with. I am still trying to plan ahead and make contact with people along the way so we have places to stay and people to show us their ranges, but I am learning to do it with flexibility and without stress. I want very much to make this trip work, to produce the content that Nick, Joey and I wanted to be the beginning of the Surf Gravity project. However if I am to learn from the accidents that stopped them from coming I know I have to put all my focus on the present moment, the current stage of the journey. Awareness of my surroundings, respect for the mountains, patience and understanding when faced with change, cooperation and inspiration between my companions. These are the things I will focus on to make this trip a successful, safe, amazing way to grow Surf Gravity.

Ready to go Skiing

Ready to go Skiing

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whats the point he asked?

April 6, 2013 Dream, Gravity, happy, Nick Devore, Powder, ski, speedflying, speedriding, Surf, Telemark, Yoga Leave a comment

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I Chuckle as I’m laying in bed with two shattered ankles reflecting on old poems and a mindset that got me into this broken situation. As I contemplate why this happened to me, why I deserved this, I realize that I may never find the answer, or that the answer is simple; I was being dumb and made a reckless impulsive choice. Why is not the question of importance. What really matters is how am I going to overcome this injury and grow from it. Maybe it was some past life karma I had to live through, or maybe it was just simply a stupid decision. Regardless of why, I am going to heal both physically, mentally, and spiritually, and grow into a stronger, wiser, and more compassionate human being. The following poem is a window into my mindset and how I like to live my life. After this injury I might not want to fly as high, as I have learned the hard way that indeed the higher I fly the further I can fall.

Whats the point he asked?

Empowered I celebrate life

I fly high and grow food

There are no limits

Unlimited potential, this is truth

Less money, more happiness

It can be challenging and I am stubborn

But

With perseverance comes freedom

Let go and grow with the flow

Act impulsive and see where you go

Trouble can only teach, is what I like to preach

For this is my path, and I am free

Free to see, free to be

The higher I fly the I more see

And yes of course, the further I can fall

But as seriously unserious as this game is

Who cares?

The point is to be me, to be free, to shred!

The point is to didge and to dance!

The point is to uplift and fly high!

By Nick Devore

May 8 2012

Forgive the Dream – Hafiz

March 5, 2013 Dream, Gravity, happy, Nick Devore 1 Comment

This poem presented itself to me and speaks about an intuition I have had, that my life has been an extremely physical experience and has been all about bringing awareness, energy, healing, and balance to every limb and cell in my body. Although it has been a painful and challenging journey thus far, I am grateful for these experiences and I forgive this dream.

 

All your images of winter

I see against your sky.

I understand the wounds
That have not healed in you.

They exist
Because God and Love
Have yet to become real enough

To allow you to forgive
The dream.

You still listen to an old alley song
That brings your body pain;

Now chain your ears
To His pacing drum and flute.

Fix your eyes upon

The magnificent arch of His brow
That supports
And allows this universe to expand.

Your hands, feet, and heart are wise
And want to know the warmth
Of a Perfect One’s circle.

A true saint
Is an earth in eternal spring.

Inside the veins of a petal
On a blooming redbud tree

Are hidden worlds
Where Hafiz sometimes
Resides.

I will spread
A Persian carpet there
Woven with light.

We can drink wine
From a gourd I hollowed
And dried on the roof of my house.

I will bring bread I have kneaded
That contains my own
Divine genes

And cheese from a calf I raised.

My love for your Master is such
You can just lean back
And I will feed you
This truth:

Your wounds of love can only heal
When you can forgive
This dream.

- Hafiz

 

Flower Box- a short story

February 10, 2013 Base, base jumping, Dream, Gravity, happy Leave a comment

Peaking on the edge

I’m on my hands and knees in the station again. I blink away a tiny bead of sweat, and take a moment to laugh at my current situation. A tour bus must have just been let out, so now to make matters even more ridiculous, i am being gawked at by a group of twenty or so Asian tourists. Two elderly women chatter behind me, and the language barrier is thick, but i can only imagine that they are scrutinizing my technique based on decades of refined origami expertise. Pardon the stereotype, but for all I know packing a parachute is just like folding a paper crane, just with slightly higher stakes. I glance at the clock. Shit, the cable car leaves in ten minutes. I push my headphones into my ears and do my best to focus… Two minutes. I put my last closing pin in, and look up to see my friend Rami step into line. We have a little high five, show the operator our passes, and cram ourselves onto the tram.

There is not an inch of free space. Most of the tourists managed to stake their claim near the breath fogged windows, cameras on quick draw, while the nucleus of the people mover is made of piled paragliders, speed wings, BASE rigs, and like minded people in search of a thrill. Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland, with its towering cliff walls and ease of  cable car access, makes for a veritable grown up playground. Six Flags on steroids. Free spirits from across the globe flock and gaze up at the walls, wide eyed and drop jawed. Paragliders envision their next acro maneuver, speed flyers pick out features to graze on their way down, and BASE jumpers size up exit points, and potential lines of flight. Today Rami and I are about to do a little BASE jumping, and more specifically, we will be tracking. Tracking is using nothing but your body and a pair of fancy inflatable MC Hammer style pants to fly forward. Unlike wing suit flying, its more sensationalized counterpart, tracking offers freedom of movement and faster free fall. You can run, jump, flip, gap protrusions, and outfly ledges using precise body position.

Rami crushes a Capri Sun and pockets the empty pouch. “Flower Box?” He asks through a seemingly irreverent yet somehow still reassuring smile. When I first showed up to Lauterbrunnen, my sights were set on Flower Box as my goal for tracking. Its tricky because a precarious, but necessarily fuerte, push from this exit point puts you out and over a small protruding ledge. It then opens up into a bowl, and while the cliff in total is just under 2000 feet tall, you only have about 800 feet until impact. This means that you need to use the little airspeed you have and your fancy pants to outfly a ledge at 800 feet in order to gain the entire free fall. If you are not going to make it over the ledge the a quick decision to deploy your parachute early can be made, but that can put you in a messy situation because you have very little separation from the cliff that you just jumped off, and the direction that your parachute faces as it opens is more sporadic at slower air speeds. So, Flower Box, just slightly more intimidating than the name would lead you to believe.

The doors crack open, and the people flood out, sending each other off with wishes of good jumps and fun flights. Rami and I stroll through the hanging town of Murren, and after a quick stop at the grocery store for a chocolate croissant, we find the trail head of the via ferrata  that will take us to our exit. As I clutch the safety cable that parallels the dicey trail Rami looks back at me, “Nervous?” He asks.

“Just a little bit”

“I would be,” he replies through a Finnish cackle. He can laugh because he has probably done this jump more than 100 times, but in truth I had a nervous hair ball clutching tight to my Adam’s Apple, and it felt like my left leg was uncontrollably trying to shake it loose. As we round the corner to our gear-up cave I do my best to stifle the nerves. After a quick gear check, and we walk to the fixed rope that runs to the edge. As I wrap the rope tight around my hand and lean out to get a better view, a deep breath hits me and I’m finally able to calm down and focus. I back up and try to sort out some of the little things, like the best place to jump from, and where exactly my feet should go. My helmet is buckled and the goggles are pulled down over my face. It seems like we are ready to send it.

After two strong strides and a boosting jump, Rami is off. He disappears for a few seconds until i see him burn out over a ledge down below and deploy his parachute. Ok, i thought, just like that, more or less. So, right foot here, then left foot there. No, left foot, then right foot, then off with the left. Sure, that should work. Inhale, exhale, 3,2,1, see ya… I push off and watch the first protrusion rip past my feet, and the visual sucks me in for almost too long. Oh yeah, track, i almost forgot. On every jump like this there is a moment of weightlessness. You need to wait for the downward speed to build before you can really start moving forward. In that moment intense focus is met with relaxation, commitment with a sense of letting go, and the mental snap shot is so powerful that it gets emblazoned on the mental etch-a-sketch in such a way that it can never to be shaken loose by matters of trivial concern. At this point the ledge down below is coming up fast, but i can feel the forward speed coming on strong, and i know without a doubt that I will make it. I clear the ledge and fly out into the open. As the trees down below begin to swell at a rapid rate, i grab my pilot chute handle, give it a hard toss, and prepare to be snatched out of the sky. My parachute opens and I can’t help but give out a little victory laugh. Is this life real? Did that really just happen? If it is and if it did, then I am one lucky kid.

After almost every jump in Lauterbrunnen I landed with that over whelming sense of disbelief and gratitude, and it has stuck with me all the way home to Colorado. The friends I met and the adventures I was able to have over there will keep my smile big for years to come, although,  I’ll be honest, I am already looking for plane tickets back to that magic little adventure paradise.

 

Rami Sending It

Rami Flower Box exit

 

A couple weeks later with a little more comfort

FB right from Joey Stokes on Vimeo.

 

This piece was originally done as a journal entry for Rome apareal .  Check them out at thisiswhereiroam.com for more stories and fresh nomad gear.

Nick DeVore Surfs Some big wave gravity in Valdez Alaska

February 8, 2013 Alaska, Dream, Fliming, Gravity, happy, Nick Devore, Powder, ski, Surf, Telemark Leave a comment

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All the stars aligned this day and DeVore found himself intuitively shredding alongside a freight train of sluff in the promised land of Valdez Alaska. The upper ramp was like a perfect barreling left point break. Once safely at the bottom he humbly remarked that he could now die a happy man, and still to this day the memory of this dream line reminds him that everything from here on is just a bonus.

 

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