CROSSPOLLUTION 2: The #CP2OUR

words: Mark Clavin | photos: Mark Clavin, E-Stone, Shredcorn

Remember the old GEICO tagline, So easy a caveman could do it? Well, Volcom has a similar tagline… Let's shove a bunch of cavemen in a van and film it for an edit.

A collection of the boards outside in the Snow Summit parking lot. p: Clavin

Not exactly the same, but the idea is as fool proof and tested as they come. Gather up the team, pack them into an RV, and go on a road trip to stack clips. It is a rite of passage for many, and it becomes the norm for a life spent filming, competing or just trying to cross off as many places as possible riding on a board. But as Volcom has done in the past, they once again added their own family spin on the formula. The #CP2OUR mixed the snow and skate teams for a contaminated two-week trip starting in Southern California and ending in Salt Lake City. Channeling some prehistoric power, the #CP2OUR kept the high voltage energy from CROSSPOLLUTION 1 rolling and the result is above—CROSSPOLLUTION 2: a crash course in good times and insane talent.

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You may think the car insurance reference up top was random, but with the amount of auto trouble we had along the way, it just feels right. We started the tour at Mountain High, where the sun was high and the stoke was higher. Snow's Scott Blum, Reid Smith, Cody Warble, Jack Herald, Benny Milam, and Lenny Mazzotti, were joined by Skate's Alec Majerus, Axel Cruysberghs, CJ Collins, and Henry Gartland for an opening day in SoCal couldn't have gone any better. Parking the bus down in Wrightwood outside of the local shop, Pharmacy, the crew jumped in to cars to make it to the base of the hill. A few parts had to be added to the old Wonderlodge—a mid-80s tour bus that has been converted into the traveling Volcom HQ—while we rode, but by the time we were done lapping it was ready to go. On the way up the lift, you could see that the park was dialed. Skate's Alec Majerus laced every rail on his first run down, which we took as a pretty good omen for the rest of the trip.

After heading back down to Pharmacy and having a skate session on the miniramp out back, we were off to Big Bear to spend the night and get ready for day—and resort—number two. Benny and CJ played Fortnite while the rest of the crew slept, and then it was time to ride Snow Summit for day numero dos. Waking up to fresh snow, everyone was ready to go. The only downside, the bus wouldn't move. Diagnosed as frozen O-rings overnight, the airbrakes didn't work, and that would be the last we saw of the bus. A quick refresh at Dank Donuts right down the road, and we once again shuttled up to the base of the hill in a caravan of cars assembled on the fly. Reid Smith had the trick of the day with a few hand drags off a snow covered mountain bike course, but as more snow moved in, we decided to hit the road. To our rescue, a fresh all-white 15-passenger showed up, was promptly stickered, and packed with gear for Vegas. Yes… that Vegas.

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With no snowboarding on the docket for the next two days, the skate team wreaked havoc in Sin City. CJ Collins took advantage of the Strip's outside pubs by running across their silver topped tables and hopping on his board to ollie just out of reach of the bartenders. Not hard to guess, our first run in with the cops had to do with CJ skating where he wasn't supposed to. Bike patrol might look like all pedal and no bite, but they are pretty on it. That being said, it didn't stop the crew from bombing the outdoor slanted flat escalators—moving sidewalks—which ended with a board or two snapped in the street. As for the second run in with law enforcement… let's just say drinking beers on the roof of one of the oldest Casinos in Vegas is a bad idea.

Escaping the town with luckily $0.00 in fines, everyone felt pretty good. We bought an assortment of fireworks somewhere in Nevada, hit a few skate spots, and charged on to Mammoth. By now, we were split between a van and a truck and the rivalry on the road started. Food, fireworks, and whatever was between the seats was used as ammo to jettison out the window in hopes of hitting the other car. A few cupcakes landed, but the real treat was scoring Mammoth in the sun.

We rolled into the park and didn't leave for two days. Benny Milam shut down every feature with Reid, Jack, and Blum backing him up with some style of their own. You could tell the skate crew had their winter legs going. Henry, Axel, and Alec were stepping to rails and Lenny Mazzotti could be heard shouting and hyping everyone up from anywhere on the mountain. A bit sore but stoked after an extra day of riding, our sights were set on Tahoe.

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En route to our hotel that would host a little retail event that night, we ran into a bit of a snag. Four cop cars with their lights flashing pulled us over. A searched truck, a majority of our remaining fireworks found, and 45 minutes later… they let us go with a pretty large ticket. Pro Tip: DON'T LIGHT FIREWORKS FROM A MOVING VEHICLE. Second Pro Tip: If you have a big ticket to pay off, GO TO A CASINO AND PLAY BLACKJACK UNTIL YOU PAY A MAJORITY OF IT OFF. A few hot streaks in South Lake from everyone, and we were back.

Tahoe treated us to two fun days split between Sierra-At-Tahoe and Boreal. It seemed like the conditions kept getting better as the trip went on. Natural hits all over Sierra coupled with park laps at Boreal were just what the doctor ordered. Cody Warble put his board control on display for 48 hours straight. The whole party mobbed through the resorts like bats out of hell—or more fittingly, Neanderthals out of the Ice Age.

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The next stop was Salt Lake City, an eight hour drive broken up with a quick pit stop in Reno. Fueled on pho, we hit a few DIY spots that Blum knew of with Axel, CJ, and Henry leading the sessions. Benny snagged a few skate shots as well, putting him in the running for the "most crosspoluted" rider of the trip. A high honor when surrounded by such talent.

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The tour then moved to it's final place: Salt Lake City. A few riders down due to prior engagements didn't stop the wheel from rolling. Snowbird hosted a festive scene with insane terrain that the Volcom crew took to with tenacity. A nice stay in the lodging on hill, and then off to Brighton we went. Pat Moore's Methodology event was to cap off the two week run, and without question, it did it's job. A mix of the whole Utah scene descended upon the half-banked-slalom-half-best-method contest to help raise money for the Utah Avalanche Center. It was a fitting end to one hell of a trip.

Huge thanks to Mt. High, Snow Summit, Mammoth, Sierra-At-Tahoe, Boreal, Snowbird and Brighton for having us. We can’t wait to do it all over again!

‘Til next time. p: Shredcorn

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