This ledge was invisibly waxed when we got there. Kev then decided to go ahead and noseblunt it, but wasn’t wanting to wax it anymore. So everytime he walked back to give it another try, mitch (the filmer) ran up and waxed the shit out of it. ~130 tries later, yeah that’s right; one-hundred and thirty, Kev rolled away perfectly clean. And the day didn’t stop there. Fresh post coming soon!
Went to Montreal for the day on Wednesday. I no longer trust camera straps. Why? Because it decided to detatch itself while it was slung over my shoulder, breaking he huge bottom chunk off the lens hood. More photos from the trip coming very soon.
One of two gnar insta-bruises Sam Lind received after bailing hard at the rock.