Elliot Sloan First to Stomp Cab 720 Heelflip

For those of you who follow the vert scene closely, Elliot Sloan has landed the first Cab 720 Heelflip.

I pressed Elliot over Christmas about the trick (come to think of it, on Christmas day) from my brother’s request…so I like to think I had something to do with nudging him to land that. But really it was just hard work. Congrats Elliot!

Proof is on YouTube!

Jenna

 

My brother, the runway ready financial analyst skateboarding hick is back with more tales from New Zealand. Some people take cruises, head to Disneyland, hit the beaches; my brother heads to the furthest place possible with only a backpack of camping gear and his skateboard and calls it a vacation. You have got to admire him!

-Jenna

So my walkabout continues…

Off to Arthur’s pass for a five day trek. The place is very similar to Glacier Park [Montana] only it is strange seeing no mammals– New Zealand is a land of birds. Spent the first night before we started the trek car camping. Met two Dutch guys who I shared a fire with. Drank a couple of Stein Lagers, one of the few 5% beers in NZ and engaged in an intense discussion about finance, politics, quantum physics and ultimately the meaning of life. What I said the meaning of life was at that time, I have no idea now. After a very short sleep I woke up to realize I left my water filter on the table and was destroyed by a Kea. The Kea is a parrot that loves to destroy backpackers tents, packs, cars, etc. I learned my lesson, I now have mouse traps to set out for them bastards.

Made our way up to barker hut which sits up top a valley with glaciers hanging on the peaks around it. Hung out there for a day taking in the views, think I actually saw a stag standing on the ridge line a ways off.

Out of the hike and to Greymouth: I arrived at the skatepark only to realize they were having a competition in 15 minutes. So, I skated a run and won first place; and a nice button up shirt.Camped at Nelson creek and met an interesting kiwi, who I hung out with for the night. The kiwis are an interesting people, the majority of them seem to have dropped out of society, living off the land and living in converted trucks and self made huts. Which, kind of explains why there is absolutely no economy here.

Spent my southern hemisphere birthday sitting on the beach at Paporoa, it’s a day ahead here. Skated an older park in Reefton and learned backside tuck knee disasters! Another session, then camped the night in a kiwis front yard and learned the in and outs of brewing your own beer. The kiwis also dislike the fact that the majority of the beer here is 4%, which I learned is a government regulation to combat the drinking problem.

Off to Nelson Lakes National park for, as you guessed, more walking. After a couple of nights there headed towards Nelson to skate a few parks.

I guess this is an appropriate time to inform you about the scooter problem here. Hardly no one skates, all scooters, young and old, and they take it very seriously. I have seen stuff I never imagined could be done on a scooter! I will roll up to a park to 25 scooter kids and maybe 2 skateboarders! Somethings are backwards down here.

Next up, to Abel Tasman National Park to walk the coastal track. First day was beautiful sunshine, or as they say here “a whipper of a day.” Woke up on the beach to begin what might be the most miserable day of my life, not the worst day, but the most miserable. Keep in mind the following two details before continuing on, camping is permitted, as long as it is 50 meters away from huts; so I was told that campers are not permitted to use hut facilities.

That morning, I broke down camp early and made a move to make a tidal crossing before high tide moved in. I wanted to make the crossing to avoid any detours as my feet were starting to blister and wanted to take it easy on them. Made it to the crossing in an hour, a little later than I wanted but it wasn’t too deep yet. Strapped my shoes to my bag and started across. Made it about half way to waist deep water when I big sting ray jetted out in front of me. Scared the shit out me (as I am terrified of the ocean). So, I turned around, walked down the shore to a spot that appeared less deep and started to cross. Made it about half way again before I realized it was deeper than it looked and turned around. Well let me tell you, the tide rolls in a lot faster than I expected. By the time I made it back across I was soaked up to my chest.

I sat down on the beach to strip down my wet gear only to be swarmed by sand flies. Spotted some orange triangles which mark the trails here and figured it was the high tide route as all the other crossings have had one. Followed it for a mile or so only to realize it was a side track to a historic site of no significance. Damn, turned around and walked back to the bay. High tide to the fullest and low tide would be hours away to try and wait it out.  I started to walk the shoreline, which soon disappeared into ankle deep water, then knee deep, then waist deep. I can only imagine what the German tourists kayaking thought of me, in full backpacking gear, waist deep, walking in the ocean like if was perfectly normal. (There was another kayaker in the background but he kept his distance, I learned who he was later). Anyways, the water turned to chest deep and soon I would have to be swimming, so why not try on land? After several failed attempts to get up the steep muddy bank and falling back into the ocean, I made it up into the thickest tangle of thorns I have ever seen. I pushed my way through until I could take if no more, so back to the ocean.

Ah, what a relief the salt water was, burning the several hundred thorns in my body. Again, the water turned too deep to walk in, back to falling down the bank trying to get on land, back to the thorns, back to the burning salt water. Then repeat the sequence once more before getting back to where I originally tried to cross. Well shit, it is high tide and I am ambitious so I will just walk the mile back to the trail junction, basically where I started that morning and find the high tide route. Well, the junction provided me with an alternative to walking the beach to the tidal crossing but not the crossing itself. My feet were really hurting at this point! Started the walk back only to have it start raining ‘New Zealand style’, meaning completely soaked in minutes. Made it back to the spot where I originally tried to cross that morning, 7 hours later, bloody, bruised, feet blistered, everything soaked and yet still not across it. To the hut to warm up. Well, guess what they provide in there? Every god damn detail you need to know about the tidal crossing! If only I didn’t follow the rules and went in there to start with.

Shortly after the hut warden came in and asked if I had tried to cross earlier, he had apparently been watching the whole time, even paddled out his kayak to watch me! He then demanded to see my camping permits, which I told him I didn’t have as I was informed I could camp as long as I was 50 meters away and not using hut facilities. Apparently it does not work that way in his book and he fined me double. That was the shit icing on a shit cake of a day. Hell with it, I striped down to my underwear and crossed it right then and made it to the next camp in the pitch black.

Off to the North Island!

Jarett

 

Neal Hendrix just announced that he joined Mike V.’s Elephant skateboards. He sent out the announcement in true Neal form; maybe too humble, but trying not to be so. Here is the email I got from my good bud Neal regarding his announcement. Enjoy the release vid!

-Jenna

The world of action sports is making big moves online. The announcement of four new action sport channels on YouTube last week featuring Kelly Slater, Tony Hawk, and Shaun White, to name a few, promises our favorite athletes all the time. Even better, it is just the tip of the iceberg.

Continuous streaming video platform Redux, makes it easy to flip through videos from all over the web by genre in playlists. Redux offers a whopping 50 action sport channels ranging from everything from watersports, BMX, Rad Collector, to skydiving and base jumping. Once you pick your ‘cup of tea’ you sit back and enjoy a custom curated list of vids. You can choose next at anytime and switch channels with a swift click. I have gotten lost on the Adrenaline channels for hours, it will suck you in.

Brand new product by Chill.com let’s you follow your favorite action athletes Facebook feeds of videos. Us enthusiasts stick together so you can probably follow your friends as well to get the best in big wave, big air, and best trick.

To top it all off, our favorite athletes are getting more tech savvy. My Instagram feed is filled with travel stories of Steve Cab, Jossi Wells, and the GoPro film crew that captures the best in action sports. Facebook feeds are littered with edits and regular tweets by surf, skate, and snow’s fame keep us all up to date.

Awww, I love it when a good marriage works. We can only hope action sports and tech stay together for the kids.

 

 

 

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