Tim ZimmermanTeam Photographer / Mervyn Manufacturing
It might be cliche, but I swear last season I died and went to snowboard heaven. Deep in the vast interior of British Columbia lies a place with the most soul, deepest snow, infinite pillows and steepest landings - all easily accessible if one is granted the keys to the kingdom. It's a place as real as anywhere, but pays close homage to its discoverer and is revered and protected bu everyone whose been lucky enough to experience the people and the place. In fact, I'd say it's the last bastion of what's important in snowboarding, and the odd thing is most of the riders there don't even strap in. It's Shandyland.