Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester
Jacob Wester


Unfiltered Skiing – Maydaze


There are places on this planet where the concept of time loses its relevance. Upon entering these sanctuaries, the outside world fades away, and our souls seem to find rest from all the noise, the harsh cacophony we have grown so accustomed to. Weeks on end may pass, while we explore our surroundings and ourselves, marvelling at the unfathomable scale of the panoramas around us. A universe of green and blue exploding before our eyes. Coming out the other end, we enter back into reality with a newly calibrated inner compass, forever holding its course towards the next adventure. We may be confused by how fast all those seemingly endless moments passed, sitting around fireplaces, high-fiving on mountain summits and huddled in the back of camper vans. Like we just woke up from a lifetime lived in a single night’s dream. In the end, documenting and remembering every detail isn’t what matters, but acknowledging that this is what we live for does. This is Maydaze, a journey without a plan, deep into the Arctic Circle.


Wow, it’s winter again!

The past three months went by quicker than ever, much thanks to the location Sofia and I decided to call home for the fall. The past 8 years we have been coming to Bali on vacation for longer and longer periods, but this year we went all in and decided to pretty much “live” on this amazing island, as in not looking at it as a vacation, but like home. Writing stories for ski magazines, editing photos and videos, working out, and just living life together with all of our awesome friends we have made there over the years. I think it’s something I could get used to!

The blog went back on pause mode, but now that we are back home in Stockholm and back to “reality” I do feel a bit bad about it. Writing this blog has served like a personal diary for me over the years, and I miss being able to look back and read about our adventures, not only looking at instagram photos that only document the very highlights of our lives. So here I sit in my mom’s kitchen again, looking through hundreds of gigabytes of photos and video, realizing it needs to be shared somehow, at least as a final backup in case a fire or earthquake destroyed our hard drives. So here we go, a three month Bali fall condensed into a blog post…hope you will like it:




After living in a van for 3 months, landing in the beautiful pool at SurfLodge Limasan in Bali is pretty much like arriving in heaven. The best thing about spending a long time somewhere is that you don’t have to hurry up and fill your days with activities. I think Sofia and I spent the first 3 days just sleeping in, eating food, watching movies and hanging out in the pool.




Low tide afternoons on the amazing beach, drinking coconuts and watching dogs.



The Canggu area is a must-visit if you’re in Bali. An explosion of epic vegetarian restaurants, surf shops and cafes scattered around the rice paddies, with something interesting or weird going on every day. Here’s Jamie O’brien jumping a dirtbike into the rice-field outside of the Deus restaurant. Normal.





Surf, surf and more surf, obviously. It’s the main reason I keep bouncing back here. My favorite secret spot one playful morning.



Thanks to my good friends at Asenne Surfboards i had the pleasure of meeting legendary shaper Bruce Hansel, who set me up with a new step-up board, that would later prove itself in 8 foot Padang-Padang. Thanks guys!



Early morning drives through the jungle with Sofia to secluded waterfalls is a common routine.


Towards the end of october, storms become more frequent. Watching the lightning from our balcony, good thing we had a tripod to catch some of it.



Rain also means nasty water. Sometimes the waves are just too good to stay on land, but you really make sure to keep your mouth closed, when you know the water has passed through at least 20 Balinese villages that all see the river as their main garbage disposal…


A rare photo that wasn’t staged. Our favorite restaurant in Canggu, the Piring Daun. Bintangs a plenty.





Exploring the amazing rice terraces around Bali. We’ve been here before but this time we made sure to arrive early, before the souvenir hawkers are awake, and before they block off the public road to collect an entrance fee to get a glimpse of the view. An unfortunate thing about Bali is the often poor tourist attraction management, where some places are almost impossible to visit because of the amount of hassle and the people bothering you. At 7 in the morning it was almost eerily quiet.


Jungle bed at Batu Karu coffee estate, Bali’s only 100% organically grown coffee plantation. Their accommodation is next level and the views are off the hook!


Morning view from their yoga deck. If I did yoga, I assume this would be the equivalent of say, skiing Alaskan spines.


Posing for our yearly christmas card.



It’s not all big missions half across the island. This beachbreak is a five minute drive from our house, but it almost never works. When you do get the right tide and swell combination, however…


No Indonesia visit is complete without an exploration trip. We felt like we needed to get out of Bali for a while, so we gathered a group of friends and chartered a boat in the Flores and Komodo archipelago. All I can say is – Do it – I’m just going to let the photos do the talking.



The Komodo dragons. So blown away seeing them up close in the wild. The world’s biggest lizard!




Traveling with this one never gets old. Best trip so far, and we’re only just starting!

So….what’s next? Big things in the works for the next couple of months, and you guessed it – it’s time to go skiing again. Off to our first location on wednesday, and it will be a domestic trip – Åre. I haven’t been up there for a few years so I’m really looking forward to it. Most of all I can’t wait to ski again, so see you there!


Summer recap


So summer came and went, and the blog was put on pause mode. Over the course of three months, Sofia and I packed our entire life into our new home on wheels, our Renault Master aka The Score Mobile. After spending the past 8 summers in Indonesia, Australia, and the USA, we decided it was time to actually discover our home country of Sweden, and what better way to do it than from the road, taking advantage of the nation’s generous idea called “Allemansrätten”, a set of guidelines allowing anyone and everyone to set camp on any land, pick any berry or mushroom, and roam anywhere he or she likes. After coming home from Riksgränsen in early June, we set out on our journey, aiming to enjoy every minute of it, document it thoroughly, and not get too caught up in the social media frenzy or getting stuck in front of a laptop screen for hours trying to make a blog post out of every day. Now that the dust has settled and terabytes of multimedia has been backed up on hard drives, I feel more compelled to sitting down and trying to recap it all for you. It won’t be in-depth, but you will get the idea.

As we have been sorting through the photos, one thing became apparent to me. We forgot to document the bad times, or even the in-between days of cloudy skies or the boredom that sometimes takes hold on long trips like these. This phenomenon is one that becomes more common the more you travel and take photos of your life, and from a reader’s perspective it can give the wrong idea about our lives. I assure you that while it may seem like it at times, mine and Sofia’s lives are not all sunsets and warm swims in lakes. Not every camp spot is on a cliff in front of the sea. The cameras just don’t come out when we are parked on a highway rest stop in the rain, or when we spend five hours on a bench next to a pokéstop, evolving Pidgeys for experience points. With that said, here’s a photographic glimpse into the summer of 2016, and how we chose to live it:

Most photos by Sofia Sjöberg:


Packing the Score-Mobile. When you live on 6 square meters, only the essentials are allowed.


260 Watts of solar power has changed our life. Now we have the fridge running 24/7, as well as keeping our laptops, drones and cameras charged constantly. I strongly recommend anyone thinking of getting into the camping lifestyle to invest in this solution!


Been hanging out with my good friend and fellow barrel seeker Freddie Meadows whenever there’s been a storm on the charts. Here we’re probably in a deep conversation about atmospheric pressure shifts and sea bottom structures (hence Sofia’s photo from outside the room).


Deep inside what is in my opinion the best, and at the same time, sketchiest, wave in Sweden. And no, I will not tell you where it is. Go explore!


Freddie, the morning after one of our many epic sessions, watching the last remnants of the swell die out. It’s such a mystery sometimes how these waves can come out of a seemingly flat ocean and go on for hours, many times much longer than expected. This morning we slept in, thinking it would be flat after surfing late the night before, and to our great surprise it was still working at 11am…


Those of you who has followed my blog in the past knows that I have spent a lot of time on the island of Gotland in the Baltic Sea. This year we truly got to experience the full scope of this beautiful landscape thanks to the van. Windmills and sheep somewhere on the isle of Fårö, just north of the main island.


Dinner spots like these makes this a place I can’t wait to return too.


Sofia at the Rauk area of Digerhuvud, Fårö. Rauks are rock formations, carved out of the softer limestone over the course of millions of years.


Dinner, beer, and the Baltic Sea.


Sofia playing on the rauks.


Pink sky at 10.30pm.


During our Gotland/Fårö stay we were blessed with some waves too. Despite summer being the slowest season for surfing in Sweden, we got a surprise swell, offering up shoulder to head high barrels in offshore winds. The water was almost too warm for a wetsuit, too. This wave is only a stones throw away from my family’s summer house on Fårö, although I’ve never seen it do this before!


Sofia taking 5 in the back of the van.


Exploring the southern tip of Gotland, Hoburgen. Nothing but empty spaces (and no Pokémon) here.


Sofia, with the Score-Mobile far in the background.


Playing with the Hexo, or steady companion on this trip. Taking selfies to the next level!


Rainy days in bed aren’t bad either.


Into the wild.



It hasn’t been all vacation, during the month of July we worked as editors for freeride.se. Bedroom and office combined. Wine helps with motivation.


Badminton games with the family (I lost).


Sofia checking out the infamous anarcho-sculpture Nimis on the west coast, made entirely from driftwood.





The surfing hasn’t been all barrels. Here, I’m getting a couple mini-peelers at Mölle, iconic surf town and classic point break. We didn’t get it big enough but I figured it was worth a paddle (hint: it wasn’t).



Just another epic sunset and dinner session, somewhere on the south coast of Skåne.


Oh, and we went and got touristy with it in Copenhagen too. What a beautiful city, I could see myself living here for a few years, in another timeline when I wasn’t a skier, or a surfer. Maybe as a poet?


Getting lost in the dense forests of Österlen, Skåne, Southern Sweden.

I probably have a hundred more photos I want to show you, but I’ll cut this short right here. As I’m writing this I am simultaneously packing my bags for, you guessed it, Bali. Off in a few hours with Sofia to our second home, where we will be spending most of fall. It’s time to sit down, unload hundreds of gigabytes of footage from this season and try to put together something for your viewing pleasure. And maybe catch a wave or two… 🙂

See you on the island of gods!



JP Memorial, Riksgränsen

JP Auclair was our hero, rolemodel and good friend. Always a happy spirit, never afraid to get outside his comfort zone, exploring every part of the mountain, from the terrain park to the steeps. When he passed away 2 years ago, we knew the world freeskiing would never be the same. Many legends have passed through the years, but JP represented something bigger than most. He wasn’t the start of an era, nor was he the most technical jumper, the biggest heavy line charger or the wildest steep skier. We owe so much to so many, but what made JP different was that he seemed like he would never vanish. From the birth of modern freestyle with the first twintips, to the powder rocker revolution, JP was always present. Throughout his near two decade career he always stood out, managed to find a way to differentiate himself, and never faded in any way. It was with these memories in mind we gathered once again in the tiny resort of Riksgränsen, Sweden, where JP lit the torch of modern day freestyle skiing back in 1998, going bigger than the snowboarders at the classic event King of the Hill. It was once again time to celebrate the life of an icon, a pioneer, a father, husband, and friend. Here are a few moments in time, in an attempt to document this special gathering of fans, local shredders, legends and fun-lovers. Photos by Sofia:


Riders meeting for the hipjump contest.


Hanging out with mr Daniel Rönnbäck




Remember the Huntony grab?


No gopros allowed, Mattias Larsson getting down with the hi-8.


360 on the hip


Felix “Fellkan” Lundin boosting


The classic Riks backdrop


E Dollo and B Mile


Bottom booter getting sent!


Joona Kangas, backflip mutegrab contest


In true anti-competition fashion, the riders cast their votes for the winners of each category. Here’s Henrik making his voice heard.

Who won? I can’t even remember. Out of respect for the film camera rule (no social media around at night), and for keeping a shroud of secrecy around this magical event, I won’t post any behind the scenes/nightlife/hangout photos. Make sure to book your ticket to next years event instead, and come join the best times in skiing there is! See you next year!


The Tamok Valley


4 rainy hours in the score-mobile later and we yet again found ourselves in the Lyngen mountain range. This time further south, a valley or two in from the ocean to find colder snow and more dramatic mountains. In Tamok, it’s as if we had teleported into a place much more alpine and serious than the other zones we had explored up until now. Some serious potential for steep skiing to be found for sure, and it’s a region we will have to return to again soon. With only 3 days left to explore Norway before we had to get to Riksgränsen for the JP Memorial, it was time to find some snow!


Our Tamok basecamp with private sauna, thanks to local legend Aadne Olsrud.


Sofia on the long approach to the northernmost subpeak of Rostafjellet, a zone we scoped from the road that looked like it held some potential for epic sunset light.




After 4 hours of walking it was time to get the skins off for the final bootpack.


Simon ready to rip


Standing on top of a fun and technical line at 10pm.


Despite three weeks of summer-like temperature, we found amazing, dry snow on two thirds of our descent!


Moments like these…living life to the fullest right here, after letting go of the brakes when the face opens up.


Sofia making her way down the valley after the sun had set on us. So impressed by the willpower it takes to climb a 1000 vert meters after only one “real” season of skiing. Can’t wait for more adventures with this one!


Our hideaway for cold returns from the mountain. Here I am improvising a waxing iron using a flat stone. It didn’t really work…

Lyngen, Lofoten, Narvik, Tamok. What a wild 3 weeks in northern Norway. I can honestly say I’ve never been this impressed by the beauty of raw, untouched nature before visiting these regions, and I will most certainly return as soon as possible. Norway we love you!

Next stop – Riksgränsen, and the annual JP memorial!



After Lofoten, our camping caravan odyssey through the Norwegian valleys continued, yet again in search for snow after our brief surf vacation. We drove back to the mainland and camped out in Narvik for 3 days while waiting for the weather to clear up enough to ski Skamdalsrennan, a local classic in Beisfjord, just south of Narvik. After 3 long days in the vans, playing backgammon and building campfires, we finally got a fresh dusting of snow and (somewhat) clear skies to ski it:


The view of Tverrdalsfjellet from our camp, with our objective just behind the shoulder on the left. The only downside to this mission was that the early spring had melted off all the snow below 300 meter vertical, so the first hour of the day was spent on climbing up slippery rocks and grass to get to the snowpack.


Somewhere after putting our skis on, we discovered what we at first glance assessed as bear cub tracks. Worried about bumping in to mama bear, we kept our eyes open as we made our way across the flats before starting our ascent.


I know it’s a bad photo – it’s from 400 meters with a pocket camera – but it is my first real life wolverine sighting. A bit relieved we weren’t going to have to deal with bears, we kept on walking. The wolverine remained close to us until it felt cornered and took off up the mountain. What a mystical creature!


Daniel and Simon on the peak, as the first sun rays of the day burst through the clouds.


Incredible views from up here, and missions for a lifetime.


Simon rappelling into the couloir, which is the steepest in the start before winding down a massive crack in the mountain.


A welcoming sight, looking down the first tenth of the run, covered in a thin but soft snow layer. This is after a week of rain and high temperatures so we were actually surprised to find decent conditions.


Simon practicing his steep skills


Daniel ripping some turns after getting the photos in the top of the chute.


Amazing ambience below these walls, what a place!


My first freshwater bath for a week, after doing the long hike back out of the valley. This was our situation throughout the trip, you build up courage and confidence by becoming ultra-smelly, and eventually you just have to get in the water. So worth it afterwards!

Next post will be about the Tamok valley, to which we left the morning after. The 5 centimeter dusting Narvik got ended up being three times as deep up north, so it was time to get back in the cars!


Lofoten surfing

After our three magical days in Lyngen, the clouds were gathering on the horizon as a big North Atlantic low pressure started showing. This would bring some precipitation to the area, although it was most likely to fall as rain, added to the fact the wind gusts were predicted to hang around in the gale region. It was simply not going to be a good time to stay in the mountains if we wanted to keep sane in our campers, so it was time for a backup plan. As the fanatic surfing hobbyist you know me as by now, I quickly got wind of the surf forecast predicted for Lofoten, 8 hours south. The swell was supposed to be 8-10 foot for almost 3 days, the winds looked promising for some offshore perfection, and I hadn’t been in the water since December! Without many options, we decided to do the long drive down there, get in the water, and possibly scope some skiing lines on the way. Off we went!


Some of the incredible scenery you drive along before turning off on the E10 highway, onto the island chain of Lofoten. Sofia had the telephoto lens in her lap for most of the 8 hours spent on the road.


The Narvik mountains


Drive by photography


At times you simply stop pointing at everything you see and just accept that you have teleported to a Lord of the Rings movie.


Sofia on a leg-stretcher a few hours from our destination.


Plenty of fantastic looking steep skiing and ferried lines all around these massifs, with easy access from the road. This year the spring simply arrived a bit early to get after it, but it’s all on the checklist for next spring!


The majestic bay of Unstad, with its classic pointbreaks and the beachbreak that have been surfed since the 70s. Being so far, cold and fickle however, these waves still remain uncrowded for the dedicated few that spend enough time out here to score.


The right starting to show its teeth. After taking this photo, I hurried into the lineup for my first surf in 6 months. Nothing beats the feeling of getting back on the board!


Cold wetsuits are easy to get into when you see the third wave in one minute barrel and spit across the bay.


Morning surf with Daniel


Daniel finding some beachbreak perfection.


Refuelling with some smoked reindeer after the first Arctic surf for mr. Rönnbäck.


Unreal colors in this photo by Daniel, and despite the liberal grading, this is basically what it looked like when the morning sun illuminated the dark horizon, revealing the vibrant, cerulean hues of the cold water. I think I spent 4 hours in the water on my first morning session, and we were never more than 4 people in the lineup. Despite being rusty from the long break, I think I still have to rank this day in my top 5 surf sessions ever!


The second night was the best, wind-and-swell wise. A strong offshore breeze groomed the growing swell into ruler-edge lines, peeling fast down the point. The sun even came out for a minute, a rare occurrence on this part of the trip.


When you see only one guy in the water and sets like this roll through, you don’t waste any time getting out.


Local charger getting ready for a cover-up on the inside.


And this is where it all went wrong. After my marathon-session the day before I didn’t have much energy left, but with the perfect conditions I just couldn’t help myself. Somewhere under the lip on this set wave, the second wave of my session, I slipped off my board taking off late, and instantly felt a hard blow to my face, followed by being rag dolled under the water, hitting some rocks and getting dragged across the uneven bottom. When I popped up my face was warm and I couldn’t see anything on my left eye! I quickly got to the beach where I could get looked at by the crew, and was relieved to discover my board had narrowly missed my eye and I couldn’t see because of the swelling. 


Bummed out to miss such an epic barrel-fest, but incredibly happy I still have two eyes. A solid reminder that things can go wrong quickly if you’re not feeling strong but still go for it!


On our third day, the swell had reached maximum size, 10 feet at 15 seconds, causing many of the bigger sets to close out across the bay. I had my cuts taped up and got in the water anyways, and we were a small crew out trying to dodge the unmakeable ones. Always a good time paddling around in some heavy surf!


Not as perfect as the day before, but so damn fun. A good ride on the right can be over 200 meters, even longer if the sand is good on the end section. Here’s me setting up for the second section.


Steep drops with noodle arms!


Probably the closest I came to a barrel on this trip, taking off under the lip.

Despite getting beat up, sitting out the best session and feeling like a beginner, it was still such an amazing feeling to change up the elements and do something different after a long winter. Hopefully there will be another swell before we have to return south. Three more weeks in paradise, stay tuned for the next update on our journey!


Arctic Circle part 1

After Chamonix we steered the van north, towards the Arctic Circle over a 1000 kilometers from summery Stockholm. It’s become somewhat of a tradition for me to spend May in Northern Sweden, and this time I wanted to show Sofia the magic too. Because of bad snow depth on the Swedish side of the border we decided to keep going into Norway, where higher elevations could offer up some better snow. With no real plan in mind, we set out on a month-long adventure in the score-mobile, packed full of skis and surfboards, ready for any hand Mother Nature would deal us. 3 weeks later, we have seen every kind of weather and snow conditions we knew existed, slept in some of the most beautiful locations I’ve ever seen, stayed up long nights under a bright sky, and basically forgotten that time existed. Now I’ve finally found some time to sit down and share some words and photos from this trip. I will start with our first stop, the Lyngen peninsula just north of Tromsø. If you ever get the chance to visit, just go. There’s no place like it.

Most photos by Sofia Sjöberg:


Sofia taking in the view somewhere in Northern Sweden


Happy driver in the score-mobile!



Our first view of the Lyngen Alps. Despite a bad snow year we were blown away by the potential for amazing skiing up here.



Daniel Rönnbäck was happy to finally see some mountains again


Views, views, views



Daniel and Simon taking a leg-stretcher after 12 hours of driving. Almost there.



Mind-blowing terrain around here, and it was really good to get a good view of these peaks for future expeditions. This time our weather-window only allowed for some mellower tours but I’ll be back as soon as possible…



View over Nord-Lenangen, where we camped on our first night in Lyngen. This photo was taken at 1.00 am!



With Simon Ericson on our first day on the mountain, which turned out to be a half marathon on skis, 20 kilometers over ridges and rollers until finishing off on a 900 meter pyramid mountain across the valley. Nothing gnarly or special skiing-wise but such a crazy day in the mountains!


Daniel enjoying the pleasant weather


Sofia on her way towards our first summit of the day.


Lunch break.


Our final objective which we found during lunch. Thinking it would be a quick mission we skied down into the valley and put our skins back on. Turns out the distances here are very misleading and it added another 4 hours to our day. Still so worth it!



Topping out at 8pm ready to ski some perfect spring snow! Daniel Rönnbäck photo.


Our camp setup below one of the peaks.


Simon preparing the campfire



Enjoying some freshly brewed “kok-kaffe” from Lemmel-kaffe. A northern specialty!



Pondering where to go skiing at 5 in the afternoon. My favorite part about this region is the ever-lasting light. No need to set early alarms!


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Screenshot from the Hexo+ on another peak the day after. Got some very fun footage from the last few weeks to show you!



Midnight dip in the North Atlantic


Sofia making stir-fry in the van, ready for another day in paradise.

After three days in Lyngen, the weather unfortunately turned sour on us, and with a week of clouds in the forecast we got back into our motorcade and headed south. The charts called for swell, and after a 5 month break from the surfboards I couldn’t to get in the water! Check back soon for a surf post…



Back in real life


I’m writing this from my mother’s house just outside Stockholm, after driving a solid 2700 kilometers through Europe over the last few days. It’s a bit like awakening from the most amazing dream that seemed like it would last forever. Yet, here I am, and it’s like nothing has changed. What a winter it has been. Storm cycle upon storm cycle, deep powder days followed by high pressure weeks of long and exploratory ski-tours, shred days with local heroes and visiting friends, this season had every ingredient to be one for the books. Somehow I have managed to stay out of harm’s way too, for once.

This week Sofia and I are based in Stockholm, finishing up some business, having meetings and re-organizing for the final stretch of the winter, the annual trip up north. Really excited for the next couple of weeks, and on Saturday we are steering the trusty score-mobile towards Lyngen, Northern Norway. A place I’ve never seen but that I’ve heard great things of. I have no idea what to expect but we are prepared for whatever the mountains and the sea throws at us.

Selecting the best photos from the last two months is not going to be an easy task, but here’s an attempt. Hope you like!


360 tailgrab into the sunset at the B&E Invitational. I haven’t had this fun at a park event in so many years. Huge props to Henrik and Phil and their entire crew for creating such a good vibe and inviting me and Sofia over for the great times. Can’t wait for next year!


Back in Chamonix after the contest Sofia and I headed out in the Aiguilles Rouges (basically the mountain chain where the ski resorts Brevent and Flegere are situated). This area is amazing for spring tours, with short access from the lifts and a huge selection of routes.


Just a small portion of the terrain that’s accessible in this region. Lots of spots lined up for next winter!



Meet the Hexo+. This sweet little thing follows you down the mountain automatically, and give you aerial footage for a tenth of the cost of an actual heli day. Keep an eye out for some wild stuff coming soon!


Corey Stanton, Armada’s main filmer guy and all around awesome dude, skinning around high above Chamonix. The crew was in town for 10 days and unfortunately they were some of the driest days all season. With almost no soft snow around we had to get creative, and if anyone can make magic happen from very little, it’s Corey. The next episode of Snowcieties will be a good one!


Despite not getting snow for two weeks, this is one of the features we hit that day. It’s all about knowing where to look for it. This zone has been on my hit list for a long time, and I knew it would be a good backup plan in case the snow went bad.


Sofia overlooking the Mont Blanc. Great place to daydream about crazy lines. On the very left Aiguille du Midi is hiding in the clouds, with Glacier Rond just showing (the biggest patch of snow on the mountain). One of the better runs in town!


March was, in retrospect, a tough month to find good snow. Here, my Finnish friends Joonas and Jussi are putting in some work bootpacking all the way up Breche de Praz-Torrent looking for some of it.


Jussi almost all the way up the couloir. Unfortunately someone had sidestepped the top 100 meters, ruining what otherwise would have been some decent snow. Oh well, still a good day out, and a beautiful run!


The day after the above photos, we randomly stumbled upon some over two-weeks old powder just across the border to Switzerland. This zone needs to be filmed next year! Nikolai Schirmer photo.


Steep and deep! Nikolai Schirmer photo.


Cool perspective in the same zone. Nikolai Schirmer photo.


One of our last nights in town we stayed in the Refuge des Cosmiques, at 3600 meters. Except having a hard time sleeping due to altitude, we had an amazing time and I truly recommend it!


The Aiguille du Midi at night. Speechless.


Sofia enjoying some morning turns down a powdery Vallée Blanche the day after. It’s been awesome watching her progress as a skier, as someone who has never skied more than a week a year.


And then the snow came. This day, I was out with a solid group of steep skiers that somehow convinced me to start bootpacking up an 800m wall on one of the North faces deep in the Argentiere basin, also known as Aiguille Qui Remue. Unfortunately just before we got ready for crossing the bergshrund, big waves of sluff (loose snow knocked off the warming rock walls high up), started spitting out the bottom, nearly taking us out. Turning around is never easy but this day the mountains spoke a very clear language. Next year, I hope!


The snowfall gave us a few amazing days at the end of the trip however. Here’s a deep turn from Grands-Montets.


Sofia getting after it!


…And that was it! I will keep posting highlights from the last 4 months, as we have hundred of GBs of photos from this winter, and it’s simply impossible to fit them all in one post. Hope you enjoyed this one!

OK, time to finish up the taxes (love this time of the year, haha), run some more errands, reorganize hundreds of kilos of baggage into the van, and then we’re off again! Check back soon!


Click On The Mountain 2016

Hey everyone, greetings from Les Arcs at the 2016 B&E Invitational! A super fun event I never planned on attending this winter but as I had a good window for it and I was sent a last minute invite I decided to go! So fun shredding a nice spring park with all the homies!

Anyways, since internet has been very bad for us the last week, I’m going to let you all wait a few more days for the B&E coverage, but in the meantime I figured I should fill you all in on what happened last week over in Italy! The photo and video contest Click On The Mountain went down in Courmayeur, and we had a great team working all over the mountain in order to create the 5 best photos and the best edit. Unfortunately we didn’t take home any prizes (big ups to Team Chamonix for absolutely crushing it out there), but here’s our video for your viewing pleasure. We had some challenging weather days but all in all I am super stoked on how it all turned out! Enjoy:

Stay tuned for full B&E coverage soon, now it’s time to head back out to the venue and go nuts on this amazing course! Make sure to check out the live stream on Downdays at 2:30 GMT today!