Sick Days: Salt Lake City
It was New Year's Eve a few years back when I got wind from my buddy Pat Moore that he was gonna be hosting a small crew of Vans ridrs for a few days in Salt Lake City. Naturally, I jumped at the opportunity to tag along and fire off some frames. Hayden Rensch and Seth Huot were documenting the action via 16mm and digital video cameras while I met them at the spot to start shoveling. It was cold and there was plenty of snow to work with so we started pushing up a cheese wedge for a massive gap up at one of the schools in the foothills.
Turns out, at one point when we were close to constructing the kicker, a random worker—not at the school, but at the graveyard next to the school, property which we were not on—started freaking out and threatening to call the cops. Laughing a little bit, we told him to go ahead. We figured we'd leave it set up and come back the next day if the cops kicked us out, but sure enough, the police showed up, asked what we were doing and when we told him, he was super cool about it. We mentioned the guy yelling at us nextdoor and he said, "Yeah, that's [insert name here]. He calls us all the time. He's kinda crazy." We had a good laugh and went on with the session. Salt Lake City is good for that. —T. Bird