We were traveling through high desert landscapes just outside of the interior BC town of Keremeos when Jack McDougall peeped up from the backseat: “How sick would it be to ride that shale slope?”

We pulled over for a better look. En route to Nelson for a week of powder boarding with Brin Alexander and Mitch Davern, we had other things in mind, but the extended section of snowless sand and rock that towered hundreds of feet above Highway 3 looked “very shred-able,” by our roadside judgment. Brin and I brought it up often over the week, and soon enough, the feat shifted from being a wild idea to something that had to happen.

And it had to happen on a brand-new board.

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