So after two false starts last week, Andrew Newell and I finally got it done: shots of him busting his insane backflips on Nordic skis. Drove down to Stratton where their huge half-pipe is still up, and isn’t going to melt down any time soon. Andrew can just flat out ski. The conditions were slushy, temps up near 70, and no one had skied on this area in a long, long time. So he heaped some snow to fill in a bare spot on the run-in to this kicker, hiked up, and let it rip. He crashed the first run after trying a 360, and just decided to go with flips. He pulled almost 10 and showed no signs of tiring. And it’s not like he’s some hacker skier either, he was on the U.S. National Team this past winter, so he has lungs as well as cajones. Okay, so this is definitely my final ski shooting of the winter.

Then a quick drive up to Middlebury to meet with the designer of their mag, with whom I’ve done some work in the past, to show her some of my newer stuff. Good visit and the drive back from there is so pretty, even in the brown Vermont spring. Almost 6 hours in the car, but still fun.