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.
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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.
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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.
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