Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester


OZ, mate!

Hey everyone and sorry for slacking on the blog department! Been posted up in the little town of Jindabyne, Australia for the last week together with the Armada Skis team. We have been shooting a bunch of next years gear so I can’t show too much unfortunately. The weather has been awesome and the park at Perisher mountain is really something else. Easily the best southern hemisphere setup I’ve skied.

Anyways, going to keep it short and just post a bunch of photos from the last couple of days!


iPhone photo from the flight into Sydney. Australia looks amazing from above!


Chris O’Connell getting the wombat photo.


Welcome to OZ, mate!


Kangaroo skulls just outside our hotel.




The best way to get around.


Sleeping quarters.


Henrik taking a 5er.






Our beautiful hip that Perisher mountain built for us. Such a fun feature.


Pretty big for the first thing I hit after a long summer!


   Corey and Chris, covering all the angles.



Parrots everywhere. I can’t get enough of this place.


Emu spotting.

Yesterday we took a day off and drove to the coast. After being on snow everyday it was nice to finally see the ocean. The countryside here is one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever seen. I could definitely see myself spending some more time here.





Waves were good but we didn’t have any board with us. I mindsurfed this righthander for a while.


Short Point, Merimbula.

Tomorrow we’re off to Sydney for some city hanging, and saturday morning i’m getting on a flight to Bali. The swell looks really good, can’t wait!




And so it begins again! I am off on my first ski trip of the season. Going to spend the next 12 days in Australia, at the now famous ski resort Perisher, where everyone seems to have been hanging out this summer. I am going there together with pretty much the whole Armada team, to shoot next years skis and clothes. It’s going to be so fun to be on snow again, and a slushy spring park sounds like the perfect warm-up for the season.

Stay tuned for some skiing on the blog, I know it’s been a while!

See you down under!


X-Games Real Ski Backcountry

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The time has COME!

X-Games Real Ski Backcountry videos are out on the internet, and now it’s your job to make sure I don’t end up last in the oh-so-dreaded fan voting contest! Luckily enough there’s a real judge’s panel contest as well, but the americans like their fan voting (social media marketing 101). Anyways, if my video is your favorite, just go tweet or instagram anything (comments work too), with the hashtags #Wester and #RealSki anywhere in the post.

Check out the videos!




This week Sofia and I went on a short-notice trip to the island of Gotland, a 4 hour ferry ride from Stockholm. My father owns a little cottage on the northernmost part of the island, on the smaller island Fårö. It’s truly a special place, very disconnected and with a unique type of nature. We spent 4 days taking photos, hanging out on the beach, and I even got to catch a couple of waves! Check it!



These rock formations are called “rauks”, and were created by wind and water, slowly washing out the softer limestone covering the island, leaving harder rock behind.





Fun little summer swell!




Moonless august nights are the best. Tried out my star photography skills, it’s such a dream working with the 5D mkIII and the 16-35 2.8 lens. Pushing iso to 3200+ without much noise is unreal!



mini barrels! imagine if humans were ant sized. we could have so much fun (and everything would be a lot scarier too).



Back lit forest and Sofia, very good photo combo.




Finding an empty beach for some dinner and a fire.

Well, today, vacation is officially over for this guy. Time to sit down and get some work done for the winter, as many projects are lining up. Then off to Australia in 10 days for some skiing! Can’t wait, stay tuned for more!


More surf

Another windy day yesterday, and even though conditions weren’t as tidy as two days ago, it’s always a blast to get in the water with friends. We were a solid crew showing up, adding to the already 75+ surfers in the line-up. It’s crazy how popular surfing has become in Sweden, every year there are many new faces out there, but as soon as the temperature starts to drop in October, most of them seem to disappear. I’m not complaining.

Here’s a batch of photos Sofia snapped on the beach:


Surf check, Patrik and Gabriel from XTravel surveying the conditions. Menu of the day was windchop and gray conditions. Still fun.





Gabriel on a nice section


Camilla on an inside wall.


This is Stoffe, probably the most passionate surfer in Sweden. If there’s any hint of a south wind, you will find him here.


Adam Widén, a fellow swedish pro skier, finding his line on his 9’6 longboard.


Stoffe spraying buckets.


Me trying to do the same on my old trusty Nord quad fish.


Fun little floater on the inside.



The walk out is always interesting, these rocks are insanely slippery!


No place I’d rather spend a sunny afternoon.


Adam, Patrik and Stoffe debating if they should get back in as the swell is slowly dying.

Time to get back to work in the editing room! Putting a little Unfiltered highlight reel together from the season, so I have a couple hundred GB’s of footage to dig through…


Summer surf

Headed south last night to Torö stenstrand, a 45 minute drive from my apartment. Not the best forecast but since it’s been flat over here in Sweden the last three months, we were a keen crew, and any waves are welcome in 20°C water with a warm wind. Ended up getting glassy little peelers for a good 5 hours, in almost tropical conditions. It looks like it might happen again today so we’re hoping for the best!









Surfing in Sweden will always be something special to me, even though the waves are gutless and it’s freezing cold most of the year, every time it happens I fall asleep with a big smile on my lips, waiting for the next time the wind blows hard enough to make more waves for us.

Only two more weeks in Stockholm, then I’m on snow again! Guess where!




Yesterday I went out to Saltsjöbaden south of Stockholm on a little judging mission for the annual “Dödshopp” contest. Basically, you jump off a 40 foot platform, do a trick of your choice, and land on your feet and hands at the same time. Nothing I’d like to participate in, but watching people bellyflop is always a good time :)


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The same trick, two different angles. The judge has to try out the venue!

Since I was so busy putting down scores I don’t have any more photos to show, but it was a great time, and I’m truly impressed by everyone who entered the competition. The winning trick was a perfectly executed 720, facing belly down, with a textbook landing… craziness!

In other news, not much is going on, been getting into editing mode, for a couple different projects. Right now I’m the most hyped to show the world my RealSki segment, dropping in september! The edit was finished last week and I’m really excited with how it turned out. Some good memories from last season in there.

I’m going to end this post with some food, I love being home in my kitchen, cooking healthy food after 6 weeks on the road. Since we have had a really mellow day today, and weren’t too hungry, this is what Sofia and I came up with for dinner:


Oven-roasted spicy chickpeas and garlic cauliflower, green lentils, avocado and melon feta cheese salad. Watermelon/strawberry/ginger/honey smoothie. Try it!

Tomorrow it finally looks like the Baltic sea is cooking up a little storm for us wave-starved swedes. Can’t wait to get in the water again!



It’s August, which in Sweden means two things – summer is coming to and end, and crayfish parties. While I’m not normally a strong keeper of traditions, I won’t miss this one, both because I love the food but also because I am blessed with the luxury of catching my own crays. This week Sofia and I have been out to the lake, and fishing’s been good! Check the photos, all taken by the great Sofia!


A typical crayfish trap, baited and ready for the night, the time of day the crayfish are the most active.

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A total of 25 traps is needed to catch enough for a big party.

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Rowing out to start dropping all the traps in the right spots. My family has done this for half a century and knowledge of the right water depths, bottom structure and other factors is very important if you want the big ones.


5am, and it’s time to go checking on the traps before daylight let’s the crayfish escape.


Another magical morning at my special place.

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Not a bad morning! Crayfish in every trap.


On our way back the sun was rising and we felt the caffeine-vice tightening its grip.


Once back home in our apartment, the crayfish gets washed off in the sink before boiling.


The hardest part of the day for me, boiling the catch alive. Even though it seems brutal, the water is brought to a violent boil, and they all go in head-first, turning a bright red in seconds. I doubt there’s any suffering involved.



Ready for the party! The one in the bottom is one of the biggest ones we’ve ever caught, like a small lobster in size. Can’t wait for the feast!


Mexico pt.2 – over and out

So I guess it’s time to leave this amazing country. It’s been 2 incredible weeks in Puerto Escondido, and an insane summer vacation on the west coast of North America. It’s crazy to think about all that we have done and seen in 6 weeks. LA, Vegas, Grand Canyon, Mt.Hood, Oregon coast, San Francisco, and back to LA, not to even mention the deep Mexican south. We are truly blessed individuals on this planet and I hope I can keep traveling like this my whole life.

Today we woke up early, packed our bags, and caught the 8am flight back to Oaxaca. We spent the day walking around in the city, checking out all the markets and ancient historic ruins. The whole town is a unesco world heritage site and I would really recommend anyone visiting southern Mexico to spend a day or two here.

The last 7 days have been pretty similar to the first week. Surfing every morning, then lots of down time by the pool, walks into town at night for sunset beers and dinner. We have been getting nice afternoon thunderstorms, lasting for only about 30 minutes, and afterward the offshore winds have kicked in and the surf has been good for a quick dip before sunset. Another interesting surprise was the 6.3M earthquake that woke us up the other morning. The epicenter was 160km away but our whole house was shaking. Pretty wild! Anyways, here’s another massive photo post, enjoy!



Walking the 15 minutes to the main surf break in the morning. The winds are offshore until 11am here, so there’s really no rush to get in the water.


The surf has continued to be challenging with lots of close-outs. Nice sets will come in, looking like they will have a smooth shoulder, but as they hit the sandbars most of them shut down. You have to get lucky to catch an open one. Above is the take-off on one that didn’t make it happen.


Same wave a second later, aborting mission.


Lean back and enjoy the washing machine.


Where the set waves have been closing out, the smaller in-between waves have been fun. Here’s a little cover-up on the inside.


Another mini-left.


Getting some shade.


Even on a small day, a set wave will snap your board right in half if your in the wrong place. At least this one last me 9 days.


Post-surf hangout selfie at the beach. I really like the beach chair setups they have down here. You just walk up to any empty chair, and someone will bring you a 2 dollar beer, or coconut or even dinner if you’re hungry, and you’re only paying for what you buy, no stupid chair rental and other scams they have going in Indo. First row seats at Mexpipe is a pretty good dinner show!


Colorful rugs and Tecates, Sofia living the mexi dream.


Oh, and coconuts of course. We have been drinking 1-2 a day each. The best hydration in the world.


Beach girl.





After the storm. Crazy watching an ugly onshore soup of an ocean tidy up and start pumping out perfect waves like this, all in under 45 minutes.



Steep, heavy takeoff followed by fast and tight barrel. Didn’t make it out the end of this one but I came so close. If I had come out it would have been the best tube of my life probably. It’s hard to believe how hollow these waves get, most of the time it pitches wider than it’s tall.


No worthy blog post without some animals. Hotel iguana.


Time to catch some sleep before embarking on our 24 hour door-to-door trip tomorrow. It’s gonna be good to be back in Sweden. Lots of cool skiing-related shit happening soon, so make sure to stay tuned.



¡Hola amigos! Greetings from Mexico. I have been off the blog for a few days, busy doing nothing at all, waiting for something out of the ordinary to happen so I’d have something to blog about. Guess days just come and go here and they’re all mostly the same. Absolutely awesome, that is. So where are we? Well, after flying LAX-IAH-OAX (Los Angeles, Houston, Oaxaca) last wednesday, we caught a small prop plane down to the nearby town of Puerto Escondido, a 35-minute flight from Oaxaca. We’re here because we wanted to go relax somewhere quiet after our giant roadtrip in the US the last couple of weeks, and it just so happens to also be one of the best beachbreaks in the world = Jacob gets to surf. The main beach here picks up any pacific ocean swell energy there is, and grooms and funnels it through its offshore canyons before focusing all its power onto the sandbars right outside of our hotel. Here’s a massive photographic effort of describing our trip here so far:


Camping in an industrial parking lot, Inglewood, West LA. Since our flight to Houston was in the morning we decided to return our camper van the night before, and got permission to sleep in the rental company’s lot. Not the safest or most comfortable area to hang out at night, so we kept it low key.


After a massive travel day into Mexico + getting kicked out of the airport in Oaxaca at 11pm without a hotel reservation, we boarded our Cessna Grand Caravan in the early morning hours, before the mountain winds arrive that make this aircraft type less reliable.


Sofia, slightly nervous before her first Cessna ride.


Before waking up in Oaxaca and getting in the plane, I had no idea how lush and beautiful southern Mexico’s landscape really is. Tropical rainforest covers these massive, mountain canyons for miles in every direction, with rivers cutting through the valleys towards the ocean just out of view. Our 35-minute plane ride turned out to be a very wise decision instead of the 8-hour bus.


Seemingly endless rivers like this one, without any villages, houses or roads in any direction, were seen in every valley.


Good morning selfie!


Apart from us, the plane only held the captain, plus some half dozen upper class Mexican nationals. Flying almost private, over one of the most scenic views I’ve ever seen, on our way to some of the best surf I’ve ever heard of, made this whole scenario very unreal.


8:00 am, and starting to feel like I’m wearing too much cotton. 20 hours after our departure, we were finally in Puerto Escondido!


So here we are then, I thought one hour later when we had checked into our hotel, and slowly, in the oppressive blue-sky heat, made it to the beach. The ocean was still delivering the remainders of the previous mega-swell, and every 5 minutes another perfect double overhead set exploded just off the sand. Exhausted from 3 plane rides, and one very brief, sleepless hotel night in Oaxaca, I chose to observe instead of paddling out. At size, this spot breaks both surfboards and spines.


Another impossibly fast left-hander reeling off towards the inevitable close-out section. I was later told the swell needs to have more of a southernly direction to create better rides here, and when we had arrived it was a little too much west. This proved to be true over the next following days when the swell size went down but went more S, producing more distinct, A-frame style beachbreak peaks. I can’t wait for the next big day if this direction holds.


The day after the size had went down a foot or two and I decided to give it a go on my newly acquired 6’8″ pin tail. It’s hard to describe just have fast your paddling, pop-up, and take-off needs to be on this wave, it’s unlike any Indonesian pointbreak I’ve ever surfed. After a month of fastfood, beer and camping life in the US, I had a tough time getting into some of these pits. Pictured above is one of the ones that got away.


And then I finally made the drop on a set, and I wasn’t fast enough to catch up with the face. Surfing after a long break is one of the most frustrating things in the world. You’re doing something you know you’re good at, but your body just won’t do what you tell it do.


Washed ashore after yet another violent washing machine ride.


Even when you suck at surfing, hanging out at the beach is pretty neat. Especially here, where no matter where you sit down, you’ll have a canine friend coming to hang out with you without expecting anything but your company in return.


A couple of these feels pretty good after those long sessions of eating sand and swallowing saltwater…


In the afternoon the winds slowly turn onshore and turns the surf into junk. Good time to go swim in the waves, the water here is hovering around the 28°C (82F°) mark.


Sofia running into the ocean to cool down. The air temperature is even worse, easily reaching Vegas temps.


The last few days have had small surf, but perfect little waves in the morning with almost no one in the water. You can’t complain about clean little faces like this. Sofia has been getting out of bed early some mornings to join with the 5D, unfortunately none of my best waves have been captured on camera. Typical, right? You’ll just have to take my word for it, I guess ;)


Trying out hacks with a 6’8, kooking it.


I like that it stays dark until 6:45 here, so you don’t have to wake up too early to surf uncrowded waves.


Found a nicely groomed left-hander that reminded me of Bingin in Bali. Should have stalled and gotten deeper on this one though, but still getting used to the board I played it safe.



Those steep backhand drops are tough but when you nail them it just feels so good. Now I just need some bigger waves!

Right now we have suffered some 2-3 days of very small surf but I’m excited for an expected increase in size starting tonight. Hopefully we can go nail some barrel photos!

One more week left on this insane trip, stay tuned for more!