Our dream

Two years. It's been two years since this trip is in our mind. We've all kept focused: work hard, be fit, spend little. Just to be ready for the trip of our life. From varied horizons, we met in Grenoble. Studying was an alibi: we all knew that in this city, freetime means riding snow. Our last year was reaching an end and picturing ourselves stuck between four grey walls, working for the rest of our lives, made us go sad. It's so hard to realize that the days where we reached La Grave, on a sunny Tuesday morning of March, after a night of snowfalls, sharing the whole domain between 15 guys, are over.

 







So, we agreed on getting together again, for an entire season of snow. The thing was that we didn't want the bad trip "renting-a-tiny-flat-in-Villard-de-Lans-as-a-waiter-in-the-Grizzly-bar", just to end smoking craps, waiting for the snow. We were ambitious, imagining the trip of a lifetime, which will remain deeply carved in our mind, the kind of trip we would talk about to our great-children when any trace of snow will be souvenir due to the global warming.




All riders have heard about The Endless Summer, the first movie in history about surfers going round the world, in the northern hemisphere in summer, southern in winter, in quest of the perfect wave. Our concept is similar but goes the other way around. And like in the movie, the aim is not only riding but also to carry out this fucking initiatory trip that will make us men, real ones.