Imperfect symmetry rears up from a hydroelectric dam wall, a voluminous eruption of evenly spaced savage concrete ledges, graced with metres of velveteen landing pads. Sam Smoothy: "Our own personal pyramid of Giza is our prize to plunder at will. In complete contrast to the peace we have found in the trees, we drop in and barely cling on to a wild, bucking ride as we bounce down the face before skidding to a halt above dark, iced water that moves not."
They roll up another isolated mountain pass, pushing their wheels higher through the mounting snow in order to poke the ski tips further round yet another bend. Exhausted but purely content, the freerider´s evenings alternate between falling asleep in bowls of ramen and staring off into the distance, a floating vision of delicately dancing flakes falling past the lashes. "The faintest faraway smile plays across my face, blind to anything but this perfect reverie. One that has been repeating in our daily reality for what seems far longer than the vague amount of days we have been here", so Sam Smoothy.