“Where do i start? At the beginning of the end i guess. Meaning winter is showing me it’s last tragic dyings of snow patches camouflaged in spring dust coating another layer of brown onto that pure, beautiful natural bleach. Fucking god, it’s done?!”
While my downs and deeper downs, Prist ( Matevž Pristavec ) has somehow scoped himself out of the nest of competitive shredding and coaching in FIS. “Give me some positive info about how can we make it to Austria in one car with all the gear, 6 peeps, food and the motivation for building some jumps?”
The answer was simple! “Hell yeah!” and “Wait a minute, i think we have some good people over at Adria mobil !”
I picked up this cool caravan that could squeeze us into a bubble full of stoke, innate violence and drive for filming and staying together for a week or so. Youth of today was in us again and so we bounced.
Tagging this jump for the first time was a far out experience for me, Podlo ( Luka Podlogar ) and Erla ( Žiga Erlač ), yet i cannot say that for Mičo ( Mitja Kodrič ) that hit this jump for the third time already. He selflessly led us to the spot in the trees where squirrels could have a show, weekly.
Podlo and I took advantage of being recruited as pow daredevils for Qparks so Legi ( Mitja Legat ) , Katja ( Pokorn ) and Roland Haschka took care of us by sharing the day and their time to take some stills and footage. It’s been a pleasure.
Knowing that everyone from the Untouched project is in their mid twenties or later (with the exception of Mičo and Podlo) comes as no surprise what the underlying theme and vibe of this trip encompasses. Early coffees, fried eggs and lots of rest. Besides building jumps and taking the beating after every hit. As we couldn’t go away from the valley anyway the main joy was fooling around the caravan a bit and moving our stuff in and out, arguing about personal space and the position on the food chain. Prist and i had our moments with some Hiphop outbursts but all in all, we were a peaceful bunch that wanted to get as much as possible out of springish conditions on the glacier and below.
After all the hustle and stressful moments, i can not be happier with the outcome. Prist celebrated his 30 something birthday, ate some shit on landings, but proved that no matter what, we can work together as one, push each other and get those tricks on lock. Always and everywhere. Yugo style!
We took off. Back to our roots, lifes and loved ones. Back to “summer” jobs without meaning and the pursuit of another lifetime trip. I dropped the “kids” and pushed it further south to coastline of Croatia to conclude this ugly white bitch called by many.
It’s going to be my 10th season next year since i first stepped on skis and get this opportunity to compete, suck, film, create, travel, be pretty, develop and fully enjoy life of a skier. Freeskier. Bum. I hope our families won’t give up on any of us. I look forward to bonding moments with my friends and I strongly wish to get the best season next year. And over and over again.