Story by Aiken Collinge
It's 3.30am on September 18. The summer is rapidly winding down here in Whistler and the dead season is approaching. Perfect time to pack up and head south for a road trip.
Our first destination was Green River, a small town in Utah 2100km away and renowned for a serial killer, and big mountain riding.
The desert was hot, the dirt was so dry and the terrain was intimidating. It was like nothing any of us had ever seen, we hadn't experienced a landscape like this in our respective countries of Australia, England and France; but that's what makes Utah so unique. After a few days of exploring we finally began adapting to the intense heat and planning what we wanted to accomplish.
One thing worth noting though was despite the vastness of this terrain, people had been here before. Over the crest of every rise we were greeted by yet more tire marks in the dirt running down the spines of the ridge lines, not to mention man-made lips and booters from the very films that had inspired us to make this trip. We had planned to build original, creative lines, but every time we saw a zone in the distance and got all stoked, we would again find a stack of rocks from where a feature once was.
After spending two weeks of camping in the desert there and only venturing into town to recharge batteries and stock up on yet more water and tinned food, (not to mention only showering twice for the duration of the stay) it brought home just how unforgiving the location is and how unprepared we were for the challenges we had set ourselves. We definitely left with unfinished business, and all hungry for more.
As we headed west, the weather took a turn for the worse. After an overnight stop in California we returned north back to Whistler.
Thanks to Quentin at 100%, James Cross at RockStar, Ken Garff Ford St George, and Rennie at Yess Components.tobycowleyphoto.com