Fowzi #3

Issue #3January – 2014

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Östra Trädgårdsgatan, Nyköping, Sweden.

Photography: Gustav O

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Fixing things.

Contact usEditor: Brian Wolfe – [email protected]

Photo Editor / Layout: Gustav Ohlsson – [email protected]

Fowzi Magazine #3Published January 26th 2014

Cover photo by Gustav Ohlsson

Apologies:To William Wolfe. He deserves credit for the photo of

Mike Wolfe on the last page of Fowzi #2. William shot the photo at Lotus Lake, Minnesota, USA.

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The Interior Plain Project’s Matthew Boudraux, nollie shifty in the middle of the forest in Zillertal, Austria.

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24 shots

I found an unexposed roll of instamatic film cleaning out a big bunch of garbage. It’ll most definitely be the last 24 frames I’ll ever shoot with this camera. The roll was old and still in its packaging. I couldn’t remember why I had saved one last roll for that camera. The expiration date was long, long overdue. Kodak recommended that the film would be at it’s best if used before January 1983. This was going to be interesting. Colour film usually just turns into darkness with age.

What do you shoot when you’re at the last 24 instamatic frames ever? How do you choose your frames when every push on the trigger takes you one step closer to the end?

How do you choose your last 24 shots ever?

Words & photography: Gustav Ohlsson

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My plan was to expose on the bright side to try and compensate for the old film. Unfortu-nately the instamatic camera only has one exposure setting, 1/50s at aperture 11. The only adjustment you can make is what light you’re shooting in. I only shot in bright sunlight. My motifs were things that I just came by. I decided to try to not pay that much attention to the upcoming end. It worked pretty well. There’s a lot of thing to photograph when you look around. Here are the ones I found. My last 24 instamatic shots. Ever.

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Photography: Brian Wolfe

1. This collection of lined up cars comes courtesy of Innsbruck rush hour. The faster you get out of the office, the faster you’re going to be in a line up. Sometimes we see the fashion move in these ways due to a fashionable construction, but here we see a much plainer, simpler style of line up.

3. Another very common queue on the road is the complete stand still due to an accident. This unfortunate line up has been improved by a hot summers day, burning pavement and the baking hot sun shining into the car heating it thor-oughly from the inside.

2. Here we can see another example of a classic style of queue – the lift line. In this particular piece the queue is made in a plus size thanks to a malfunctioning lift, just days before Christmas. It’s good to have working pit zips on your jacket and inseam venting between your legs to let heat and moisture out quickly when overheating in the queue.

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Contemporary fashion: queuingWe all love when we get to spend quality time together with quality people.

Words: Gustav Ohlsson


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4. One of the slowest moving but still moving lines has to be the queue at the Hintertux glacier during the opening week-end in October. Many people go there to compete, ride park and get their season pass for the winter which includes have to take off their headwear and pose for a season pass photo. The queue grows in length as the credit card machines work only sometimes. Not the fastest moving line up of the year.

3. Another very common queue on the road is the complete stand still due to an accident. This unfortunate line up has been improved by a hot summers day, burning pavement and the baking hot sun shining into the car heating it thor-oughly from the inside.

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Boot of honour


I got friends on my feel and it’s rad to remember my pals everytime I lace up. My Libertine boots had blank tongues making them the perfect place to get the names of the ones that I have shredded most with – with a kick-ass paint-pen. A lot of people have family and friends sign hard casts in busted times and I like that the boot of honor is the injury-free way to think of those that have shared together in favorite times on snow. It’s not for all to see, really just me.

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The Couch

Sitting on blankets sucks compared to having good back support for hours of people watch-ing, shit-talking and cold-ones. So a few of us looked around my shared storage space and found a couch that we could carry down to the river. Using what others left behind during move-out-time we easily justified borrowing it permanently and clearing out what past tenants had abandoned.

A friend of ours was bar tending on the roof of the outdoor summer bar across the river from our couch so we called him, yelled in his direction, text and braaaaaap’d across the river Nissan as we swilled our Swedish tall-boy cans. A couch to remember.

Words: Brian WolfePhotography: Sofie Windh

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»SIR, AS FAR ASWE KNOW YOUR

SNOWBOARD BAGIS IN FRANKFURT.«

The first words I spoke to a Canadian in Ca-nada were not the happiest words I’ve ever uttered. I’d been traveling for thirty hours straight and the assumption that my bags would join me at the airport in Calgary, was wrong. As far as the service centre at Calgary Airport could report, my snowboard bag was still in Europe, at Frankfurt Airport. The fact was that I’d picked up my bags when I had a lay over in Toronto so I knew that the missing snowboard bag had to be somewhere at the airport in Toronto.

Arriving without your bags sucks really bad. Really, really bad. I had to wait two days for the airline to sort out this debacle and ship my snowboard bag to my final destination. Two days of borrowing gear from friends to be able to ride was doable but not the best. Riding someone else’s spare boots is very far from awesome. This incident has led me to never pack my boots and outerwear in my board bag. Now that gear always rides in my regular suitcase, not in my snowboard bag.

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»SIR, THE ONLY WAY TO REPAIR THAT HOLE IN THE BASE OF YOUR BOARD IS TO BUY A

NEW BOARD.«

»SIR, YOUR GOGGLES SEEM TO HAVE SOME OPTICAL ERRORS.«

The wind in your face. The open road. Ama-zing. Until snow hits you in the eye and you crash into an avalanche barrier due to lack of eye sight. Broken goggles suck. The mo-ment the branch that you didn’t see hits your shin you will agree. The curvature of the goggle really matches that of something else that you usually use on your head – your helmet. Protect your goggles when you travel by packing them in a goggle bag in a helmet. If you don’t have a helmet, another safe haven for goggles are inside a goggle pouch inside your folded binding.

Snowboards and skis are in general pretty tough and can withstand seasons of beating on them. Air travel can take it’s toll on your gear though. Do not put your board as the protective layer in the bottom of your board bag. Get some padding in there. Put a few lay-ers of clothes first and then your board. Tho-se clothes will for sure cushion your board from the mistreatment of throwing it around airports and cargo spaces of airplanes.

YES!YES!

BODACIOUS!BODACIOUS!

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»SIR, DID A GIANT OWL JUST LAND ON

YOUR HAT?«

»SIR, YOUR BAGIS DRIPPING SOMESORT OF FLUID.«

When you travel with a nice hat your best so-lution is to book a separate ticket for your hat, first class of course. That way you can be sure that your head wear arrives as awesome as it was at departure.

I guess you were looking forward to that spe-cial beer you bought at the farmer’s spring market. My guess is also that you were look-ing forward to sharing it with your buddies at home. I hate to break it to you, it does not look like it’s going to happen. Your clothes got to enjoy that beer instead. Bummer. Your boots protect your feet. They’re also awesome at protecting other fragile things, like glass bott-les. If your boots stink worse than death, don’t despair, there’s a solution to that: put your precious cargo in a plastic bag. Double bag or even triple bag if necessary. Also don’t forget that glass bottles are very easy to clean.

RAD!RAD!

SICK!SICK!

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»SIR, I’VE SEEN TRAINWRECKS IN BETTERSHAPE THAT THOSE

SUNGLASSES.«

»SIR, COMPUTERSAYS NO.«

»SIR, YOUR BAGIS DRIPPING SOMESORT OF FLUID.«

You can pick up eyewear cases by the bucket load at flea markets everywhere. Do it. Your sunnies will love you for it, and you will for sure enjoy your sunglasses better in one piece.

Hard drives are pretty fragile and can turn out to be their own worst enemy. With sharp corners they can pierce each other. Pack them separately between dif-ferent layers of your clothes to ensure that your computer says yes next time you connect it.

I guess you were looking forward to that spe-cial beer you bought at the farmer’s spring market. My guess is also that you were look-ing forward to sharing it with your buddies at home. I hate to break it to you, it does not look like it’s going to happen. Your clothes got to enjoy that beer instead. Bummer. Your boots protect your feet. They’re also awesome at protecting other fragile things, like glass bott-les. If your boots stink worse than death, don’t despair, there’s a solution to that: put your precious cargo in a plastic bag. Double bag or even triple bag if necessary. Also don’t forget that glass bottles are very easy to clean.

SWEET!SWEET!

YEAH!YEAH!

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This is me, Gustav Ohlsson, riding down a very nice pow run in the Fernie backcountry. I feel like I should be remembering this, but I mostly remember how unbelievably hungry I was during the descent. Epic lunch fail.


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I really wanted to get out into the backcountry. I’d just finished my first avalanche awereness course and a whole new world had opened up right before me.

My brand spanking new snowshoes were firmly fastened on my feet and the swedish-norweigan-american friendship were off. Our trail streched over Lost Boys Pass, down into the next valley and up one of the ridge on the other side. We summited three and a half hours into our trip in the glorious sunshine. Certainly a great day for a hike.

At this point I was quite hungry. Three hours of hiking takes it out of you. The up-coming moment is forever attached firmly in my brain. I’d forgotten to pack lunch. Idiot

Bring lunchSaving memories one bite at a time.

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me. How do you forget to bring lunch when you’re on your way out on a full day of hiking?

Riding down was no problem. It was a great run. The hike up to Lost Boys Pass was not. What usually takes twenty minutes to hike now took almost forty five minutes due to the massive lack of energy caused by the forgotten lunch. I don’t think I’ve ever been that hungry. A memory that stuck with me ever since that day. It’s a very easy way to ruin some great memories of a great run. Nowadays I mostly remember how hungry I was and how much of a fool I was for not bringing something to eat.

If you want to do something stupid – go for a full day hiking mission without lunch.

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Longing for something different. Penningby Castle, Sweden.

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Australia 2009. On the walk through the temperate rain forest I came across this tree over looking a waterfall. It seemed like a spot where people stop to take in the view. The dense forest opened up and let the sun cast some rays on the trees surrounding the wa-terfall. Thank you mother nature for providing a great scenery for a pho-tograph. In this case mother nature had provided a scenery for something more, the whole reason for my visit to Australia. As later found out, this was the spot where my friend asked his girl-friend to marry him. She said yes. Then they asked me to shoot their wedding photos, so I went to Australia.

Marriage tree

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Hummelvik, Sweden.

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Report to the

mothership

Words & Illustrations: Brian Wolfe

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Report to the

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June 29th, 08:07

It’s early. My head is hurting. Water. The move in party was great. Beers and schnaps flowing. The neighboring huts are far away but they must now know that we are here. We met some sheep in the stall outside our house and people were swinging a Jedi light saber. Swilling, screaming with joy and claiming our new project. This is going to be a fun house. Better start cleaning up the party aftermath.

July 4th, 20:16

Happy ‘Merica day! While throwing out junk from the attic three floors up down to the yard, I noticed a lot of rabbits hopping around all over. A group of four, two gray, two black and two babies. Luckily I didn’t hit any of them while throwing the junk. We filled up two containers with wood and metal from the attic today and sorted out a lot of stuff to keep. The past tenants left a lot of stuff up there.

July 8th, 23:37

We are pushing the project list hard these first two weeks. It’s late. We are all tired from a week of clearing out and sorting junk that the previous family left in the attic and other rooms. I think it’s time to stop the wood-work outside and shut off the chainsaw for the day. Tomorrow is another day.

July 17th, 04:01

Who the F€”#K?! Somebody was outside my window starting up one of our chain-saws that we left there! There is only two of us home and the other guy is sleeping up above me. I found a big knife and hid in the kitchen. Scared up here.

July 19th, 23:27

We spent the day pulling and prying out huge stones, sledge-hammering in support beams and placing boards for the cement pour tomorrow. The concrete floors for the foundation area of the sauna and hot-tub are going to be solid. Wellness.

July 20th, 07:11

I’m making a lot of coffee for the guys installing the new windows and finding tools for them.The rabbits seem to be living in the sheep stall zoo.

July 25th, 14:38

All of our 19 sheep are way, way up by the forest. All outside of their fenced in area. This will be an Austrian adventure getting them back in. On another note, we have been sleeping with an axe or a chainsaw by our beds at night.

July 26th, 10:02

More windows are being installed. I’m trying to find tools and organization but it does not exist here yet. These guys leave stuff everywhere. I’m painting the window frames in the classic old farm house green.

We sent out an undercover agent for an entire year to live and work at a bed and breakfast high in the Austrian alps. The following are excerpts from his field notes documenting the summer renovation

patterns and winter behavior of snow enthusiasts and crew. This is a draft of the non-classified report.

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July 27th, 12:05

Counting sheep. All the sheep got out again. Our fence is inadequate. I can see a pattern forming here. I’m learning how to chase them back in better each time by watching how the locals do it.

August 1st, 23:45

Nine of us are completely hammered from a schnaps party celebration after the team cut and raked the grass. Meaning cutting the grass and raking the entire mountain-yard into piles and long rows. Then forking it into the sheep stall. No dinner. Schnaps. We have to climb up high on the scaffolding tomorrow to start the insulation and siding project. E-Card.

August 8th, 09:18

We just finished picking up an enormous load of styrofoam board from the neighbors sheep farm. The wind storm last night blew the tarp off and the all the big wrapped-up blocks blew every-where. We woke up early to a farmer knocking on our door telling us to pick it all up quick be-cause his sheep are eating it. We carried up and stacked enough to insulate two sides of the house and secured it. Not too many pieces were broken, lost or eaten. A couple of fine ladies mentioned they found some usable material up in the attic to sew some curtains for the bedrooms. Success.

August 10th, 01:39

We are drinking schnaps to calm down. A local farmer was sitting on our pallet of cement bags out-side our bathroom window watching my housemate dry off after showering. Yelling as he slipped on the wet floor of the bathroom made the farmer run off down the hill but left us scared in the kitchen. Now we are locked in the kitchen with schnaps and knifes. We need a bathroom curtain.

August 16th, 22:43

We almost finished insulating and siding the two exposed/colder sides of the house. After two weeks I feel more comfortable climbing around the scaffolding now. E-Card.

August 18th, 21:42

Hard day at work. After ruining my clothes, living in a mask trying not to breathe in the saw-dust and mouse feces from hundreds of years, I turned off the power-sanding machine we rented. I opened the windows to clear the dust-clouds, grabbed a broom, dustbin and swept up the dust piles. I detailed the floors, windows and ceiling with vacuum and the chill room looks great. After the air cleared I sat down in the fresh looking stuben and smelled old nasty urine and feces still. Maybe it’s my clothes.

August 22nd, 22:57

We are drinking beers with our plumber friends in celebration of scoring four new-looking radia-tors and a boiler-pump for next to nothing. Along with the four radiators we got a washing ma-chine, dryer, bed mattresses, pillows, clean bedding, wool blankets, towels, lamps, snow-shovels and curtain-hanging fixtures. The soon to be demolished house down in the valley is our gold-mine. Cheers!

August 24th, 19:11

We have been cleaning out the room we call ‘’Hell Hole’’ for two days. It was full of the past ten-ants car tires, bags of garbage, plastic recycling, carton, tools and metal cans among other rotten things. The Hell Hole’s dirt floors and stacked rock walls are old as dirt itself and the foundation for the house. It’s dwelling place for the rabbits. I finished the day by watching a few tires roll down the steep frontyard of our house at mach speed into the forest above the houses below us. I hope nobody was hurt down there.

August 29th 23:57

I have been alone for two days working on the house project list. It’s creepy up here alone. Today I have been standing with one foot on a chair and the other on a ladder drilling holes above my head through thick wooden beams that serve as our ceiling support. I’m using a huge drill with our only option of a dull steel drill bit. My solution for getting some leverage to drill these huge holes is balancing between a chair pushed against a wall and a ladder. Fully extended arms makes the drilling very challenging. At this point I’m covered in sweat that is covered in sawdust doing twice the work that this job demands. The time and risk factor for this radiator plumbing project is tenfold. Finish it tomorrow. E-Card.

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September 2nd, 20:49

The Radiators are fully operational! The rooms that have never had heat before are now warm. Our plumber friends put the pipes together and I kept them here by feeding and supplying the cold beers and/or redbull. Stoking the fires in the ovens now heats the boiler and all rooms. Suc-cess.

September 14th, 20:22

The great man we call the Professor, alias Lord Aufguss, organized the ever-messy garage for ten hours today while listening to a lot of Bob Dylan. This is a very tedious project to take on. The hammer count is 27, chainsaws 5 and the wood and steel files count is above 50. All wood screws, metal screws, nails, washers, plumbing stuff, tractor parts, grass-seed, rakes, shovels and tools are labeled and in place. I saw the professor putting things in a red box labeled Random Fuck Shit. It is full of mysterious garage items that have no home. Their purpose remains unknown.


Today we built creative beds out of the wood from the forest above. Chainsawing huge logs in the house and hanging many homemade shelves. We now have a total of 138 hooks for us and our guests to hang wet gear to dry. Very important. Now we have to air out the house during freezing temperatures to get rid of the smell of the chainsaw gas/oil mix. The wood burning ovens are hot.

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Just walked outside to where we parked our van and it’s not there. I thought someone stole it until I saw it’s tracks that rolled down the frontyard and launched into the forest. There was a load of logs inside it. A local with his Lamborghini tractor wenched it out, flipped it back over and pulled it up to our house. We gave him beer and 36 euros. He said that he would never forget this.

October 1st, 6:56

Time to go ride. The Tirol card season pass starts today at Hintertux. Queue. Queuing. Forever. Light fires later.

October 3rd, 13:29

I’m alone. I made an important call to the girls in hopes of them coming up and helping me plane the kitchen table, clean the building project messes and detail the guest rooms before the guests arrive. Full house tomorrow for the snowpark opening weekend up at Hintertux. Fires are raging full on to heat the boiler.

October 9th, 10:02

Firsts guests are out of here. Time to stack wood. Clean ovens. Light fires.

November 24th, 10:11

Still stacking wood and lighting fires. Nothing further to report.

November 20th, 19:48

Taking a closer look at the gaps in between the machine-sanded floorboards in the stuben chill room, I found the source. I began to scrape out the rock-hard old mouse feces and sediment from in between the floorboards with a butter knife and screwdriver until it was gone. This has been the ultimate challenge for the last two nights. I vacuumed it all up. Lit a fire.

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December 9th, 17:45

The crew is cleaning up the house for a 28 person birthday party tomorrow. Nobody has changed the vacuum bag and now the recently cleaned guestrooms smell like the old mouse feces I vacu-umed up in the stuben. A lot of people are going to want to shower so pre-heating the boiler is a high priority.

December 10th, 23:16

Nature called, bathroom time. I excused myself from the full on birthday party and went upstairs. The smell that hit me in the face as I opened the bathroom door could have toppled governments. Someone had puked in there. Like a spray can. All over. The floor, the walls and even the door got some. Everywhere except in the toilet bowl. Excellent. Party report is put on hold until further notice, or until I’m done cleaning up this puke explosion.

January 6th, 20:00

Spent the entire day in solitude heating four of the five wood-burning ovens including the wood-burning oven in the hot tub. Every thirty minutes I walked outside to the hot-tub, added wood to the oven and stirred the water around with an old snowboard. The guests returned to the house drunk and never used it. A nice waste of seven wheelbarrow of wood.

January 7th, 19:34

The new guests asked us tonight after dinner if they can go in the hot tub. I told them that it takes seven hours to heat up and I’m not staying up until 02:30 heating it. That is not happening. Welcome.

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January 12th, 20:28

Team America just showed up. Welcome showers are hot.

January 25th, 16:13

A nice day in the field doing recognosence work with my splitboard captain the mighty Walrus. Code name Kickturn master. Aliases: Rongarden, Ron Temple Pilot, Simon & Ronfunkle, Ron & Oates, Ron’s & Roses, Ronface Killah, Ronjam, Ronhole Surfer, MegaRon, Ronley Crüe, Ron DMC, Bell Biv DeRon, Boys to Ron, The Mighty, Mighty Rontones, IRon Maiden, Temple of the Ron, Snoop Ron, Ol’ Ronny Bastard, LL Cool Ron, SepultuRon, Ronthrax, Rontell Jordan, Steely Ron, Skid Ron, Ronnie Day Real Estate, Ronilla Ice, Dr. OctaRon, DJ Jazzy Ron, Kool and the Ron, Ron Ron Club, Afrika Ronbatta, Big Daddy Ron, Band of Rons, Depeche Ron, Ron Thugs-N-Harmony, Ron Jovi, Boogie Ron Production, KRS RON, Busta Rons, Da Lench Ron, Notorious RON, Ron-starr, Herbie Roncock, DuRon DuRon, A Flock of Rongulls, Siouxie and the Ronshees, Ronic Youth, PropaRondhi, Rony Rone Roni, Ron Westy Ron, Naked Rongun, Ron Wind & Fire, Ron Hot Chili Peppers, Ronford & Sons and Color Me Ronn. The trip went very well. We found some new great zones. Better add wood to the ovens.

February 4th, 11:15

Today is a wood day. Finding wood. Splitting wood. Stacking wood. Sharpening axes. Came in for lunch.

February 16th, 11:24

There was a bunch of skilled snowboarders up here barbecuing, riding and celebrating life. I re-member joining the late night session and ollieing the sauna with a beer in my hand last night. I remember the hot-tub was full of women. One of them is sleeping next to me. I remember that it’s been a long time since water has hit my lips. There is beer all over my room. My head hurts. I have to check the ovens and boiler temperature. The wood burning ovens are starting to haunt me.


I watched a huge backcountry jump get handled by some talent today. Inspired. I’m happy the Walrus and I found this zone and shared it with them. We all rode down the and high-lined the walls of the ‘’Gina’’, then home. Dice. Beer. Drying gear. Community dinner. Whisky. Fire.


I returned home from a half-day up on the mountain and thought someone would have kept the fire going. Great. No hot water for our guests to shower and the pipes are frozen. Plumber time.

March 12th, 21:13

The Interior Midwest USA guys are here filming with a super-8 camera, shooting stills with real film and ollieing everything in sight. Yesterday we found good snow, went on tour, rode park and indulged in tasty beverages in the valley last night. They helped us chop and stack wood for heat today.

March 17th, 9:04

Natured called again but this time not for me. The fresh alpine air hit my nostrils as I stepped outside to take a leak – saving on our outgoing water bill. I looked at the balcony from the terrace and I saw a sad long-shag grey IKEA rug from our dorm room hanging there. It was too cold and damp to properly dry out so it must be wet with something that’s not welcomed in the house. I concluded that the young passed out pilot must have urinated on it during moments of pure joy and clarity in the early hours of the morning.

April 10th, 16:27

Stacking wood. Splitting wood. Sharpening the axes. Handling a few guests. Lighting fires.

May 15th, 14:04

Time to move out. The snow-season is over. The ovens are heating.

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Sunny backside 900 indy by Bernhard Kraxner at Vans Penken Park, Austria.

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Thomas Delfino launching a big method air from a roof in Zillertal, Austria. Nose and mute grab in the almost dark mountain side by Jordan Phillips in Zillertal, Austria.


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Nose and mute grab in the almost dark mountain side by Jordan Phillips in Zillertal, Austria.


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D.I.Y. split-board skins

nose-clips

I was given some splitboard skins that needed nose-clips. I started looking around to buy some but

didn’t find exactly what I wanted. I found a few op-tions from certain brands but they were not worth

the price for what I would be getting. I searched D.I.Y. options on splitboard forums on ways to do it and found a few ghetto-rigged options to approach it then decided that Fowzi should take this over. The

following is a proper lay out on making your own hardware store nose-clips for under 10€.

Words: Brian WolfePhotography: Julia Wolfe-Klemm

Gather these simple tools, buy some hook/hanger pieces with adhesive backing and rivets at your local hardware store, open a beer and follow these steps.

Hammer-banger Drill and drillbits Xacto-knife Scissors Black marker Something sharp to poke small holes (I used a small round file).

Tools needed

Your clips should look like that they will fit the thickness of the nose of your snowboard. Four stainless steel bathroom towel hanger-hooks is what I use here. Drill out mounting holes in the hanger-hooks so the rivets fit. After drilling them to the size of your rivets they should look something like these.

Note: Rivets need to be the size and length of the thickness of skins and hooks combined. Drilling one or two holes the diameter of your rivets per clip is optional as is the drill-bit size to the rivets you use.

Stick on your skins. Take a few attempts to position them perfect because you only want to do this once. Cut the end of your skins with a scissors or xacto-blade to the shape of your tips/nose if need be. Assuming you already have tail-clips the skins will obviously be on correct. If you are without tail-clips make sure the hair of the skins is combing the right way for glide from tips to tails.

Eyeball the best position and angle for securing the hanger-hook to the nose/tip of the skins. Mark your skins through your drilled-out mount-ing holes in the hanger-hooks with a marker or get lucky like I was and use hanger/hooks with adhesive backing already on them.

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Gather these simple tools, buy some hook/hanger pieces with adhesive backing and rivets at your local hardware store, open a beer and follow these steps.

Eyeball the best position and angle for securing the hanger-hook to the nose/tip of the skins. Mark your skins through your drilled-out mount-ing holes in the hanger-hooks with a marker or get lucky like I was and use hanger/hooks with adhesive backing already on them.

Use your sharp skinny tool of choice to poke holes through the skins. Holes must be big enough to push the rivets through.

Put the rivets in place and bang them in on a hard surface with your hammer-banger. Slap the skins on and go uphill to go downhill. Go splitboarding.

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Last shot of the day. Not too bad for being on the way home.

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Mathias Steinhuber’s efficient day out

6.30 alarm call. Breakfast in the car en route to Hintertux glacier. Half of an hour gondola ride to the top. Get to the photo spot. Wait for 45 min while Mathi hikes the entry of the chute. Bam, one photo, done. Over to the next spot. I was happy that I brought myself a ther-mos of coffee while Mathi is hiking into the next chute. Bam, second photo, done. On the way down we run into a nice untouched patch of pow. Lovely, shots three and four done. Next stop, beer. One beer and a quick look at the photos later the most efficient day of 2013 is over.

Words & Photography: Gustav Ohlsson

First shot of the day. A nice couloir with a cliff at the end.

The second couloir of the day produced the second shot of the day.

Second to last shot of the day. Same run as the last shot, just a little earlier into the run.

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Arnoldschnitzel. Pancake bomb. The visit from some american friends re-sulted in a completely re-drawn trail map and a bunch of renamed vil-lages. Mayrhofen turned into Ma-uffin. Neighboring villages got theirs as well, Hippach became Hiphop and Finkenberg was Fingerburger. The Katzenmoos chair lift became Cat-moose chair. The american’s take on the original Austrian names was seri-ously funny. Penkenbahn was swiftly renamed pancake bomb. The moun-tain in the picture, Ahornspitz, got the best name of them all – Arnold-schnitzel.

44 PBAuf Wiedersehen.

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