The DPS quest for world domination has now reached Scandinavia. On the cover of the latest issue of Sweden's Åka Skidor Magazine you'll find a pair of Lotus 120's pointing your way, ridden by Tobias Liljeroth, the DPS Euro connection. Åka Skidor is Scandinavia's longest running and biggest ski publication. The current issue includes a bunch of great powder skiing from Interior BC this previous winter shot by camera wizard Gösta Fries, a true master of ambient light. Inside you'll find a few more shots of Tobias doing what DPS really is all about: skiing powder.
Greetings from Shenzhen where DPS production is now ramping up to full speed. Things look good, the little carbon-born glitches that have plagued us in the past are smoothed over and skis are running smoothly with a steady daily output. Right now the new Wailer 105, 188cm is running. It's quite a bit stiffer version of last year's board, designed as high speed mixed snow slayer. It's going to be the ultimate competition type ski or everyday soft snow resort ski for hard chargers...ultra burly in flex, yet more powerful and still lighter than anything else out there- exciting.
This will be the last pillow post of the trip. However, the whole pillow thing is still a bit of a revelation. One travels and invests so much time and money for the big sunny lines, but ends up focusing on deep pillows for a month. The unplanned surprise of it is one of those beautiful things about travel and the road.
Some readers have inquired as to the fate of poor Nelly. She was abandoned in a remote Alaskan valley, below the road, and braving the fifty year storm. Indeed, a sad and a tragic turn of events for the mighty blue wonder.
After having to leave her overnight, Oskar, Mark, and I rallied in the morning for a rescue mission, and hopefully some more pillows.
- plastic air-vent
- plastic air-vent, again
- plastic air-vent, yet again
- two Ford F-350 transmissions
- two Canon battery chargers
- two radios
- one harness
- one Ford F-350 windshield
- 800 Rev right front suspension including the much discussed flying nun.
- one Yamaha pod
- one Arctic Cat 900 choke
- four ski poles
- four flat tires(one truck, three trailer)
- one Toyota clutch
- one tool box.
We left Abbotsford intent on pushing as far north as possible. Leaving town, It was snowing so hard that the perimeters of the road and the lane markers disappeared in a matter of minutes. Progress was slow and close to midnight, we joined a domino-like stack of semis who were waiting for a jack-knifed truck to be cleared from the two lane road. Tired from the long push, we all napped in the right lane and around 4 am woke to the sound of horns as semis honked a migratory cry. The road was clear.
Just when we thought the storm was going to break, another system would pop, and bring yet more pulses of snow. Snowed in, we were anxious to start branching out and begin learning the different zones in the area.
Enter Woody Pahl: son of our landloard Dave Pahl, local high school senior, and maniac on his sled. Woody inspired us with tales of dreamy terrain and easy access to Flower Mountain.
Flower is a beautiful peak visible from the highway and home to uber world class heliskiing descents like Hangover Helper, Indy 5000, and Mahogany.
When we showed up at the Haines House, the pipes were frozen. No toilet, no shower, and the occasional spurt of running water-true Powder Road style.
The Haines House operates from three possible heat sources, all of which can be used in synergistic unison.
1. Diesel Heater
2. The Wood Stove
3. Sweaty Latin Dance Party
With all the down days stacking up, the crew showed impressive inefficiency. We had a hard time getting out the door before nightfall. Photos needed to be taken.
Patrik, who came for the skiing, ended up as a mechanic, and once again, the number of days he had left for this trip were dwindling.
Patrik and I needed to shoot some images, even if the snow never stopped falling and the light remained grey.
The second to last run of the day. It had been a fun day, and everyone was feeling good, so we decided to engage in a bit of shenanigans.
Gliding through the woods, our group of four came to a thick, fallen tree wedged up against another of its tree brethren. Fallen at a forty-five degree angle, it was seemingly the perfect ramp: you could ski up the log, then air off it. Conveniently, the ramp tree was wedged high enough so there was plenty of space for someone to ski right beneath it.