words by Jenna Hannon, media by Noah Lewkow
It is Friday in April and I solidified the Trifecta. Team manager of Arbor boards, Noah Lewkow, and myself have committed to completing three board sports all in one day (why biathlon is in the Olympics and not this is beyond me). We will start by snowboarding, then skateboard and finish with a surf; all materials supplied by Arbor.
I meet Noah at the corner of 4th and Ocean Park at 6:30 am to load up his Matrix with every action sport tool Arbor carries (all but the surfboards at this point). I open his hatch back to two Arbor 2011 snowboards (the Draft and the Westmark), 2 Arbor cruiser skates, and 2 Arbor skateboards with a Christmas morning glow. After a few minutes of trunk Tetris, we are on our way for some caffeine and the carpool to Mountain High in hopes of first lift (G.N.A.R. points!).
Some Chromeo, Rusko, and new Britney Spears later, sure enough we arrive right on schedule at Mountain High to 60 degrees and sunny. The parking lot looks more like a college football BBQ as fellow riders throw on t-shirts, tank tops and baseball caps. Noah and I set right to work assembling bindings on the boards, deciding which board we want to play on first. I go for the Draft.

Despite my popular review of the Draft in 2009 (my most read blog post to date), I have actually never ridden this craft. It is something I have learned way too much about, got way too stoked about, and never got the chance to hop on. So, to say the least, my expectations were exceedingly Nostradamus.
I set my sumo stance and we were on the lift just shy of first chair (no G.N.A.R. points) and the Draft was going to get it. Poppy, smooth, and light; a noodle yet speed chatter stiff, I think the Draft is just as I expected. This is not paid rhapsody or rhetoric, this is one damn fine snowboard.

I must give the snowboard world props for the exponential increase in technology and innovation. The last 5 years has seen a remarkable increase in the thought and technological application in building snowboards. Rocker, magnatraction, capped tips, serrated edges; Snowboard manufacturers have been laying on the sauce thick with competition to become market leaders steep.
I recall my first Rossingnol in 2001 as a laminated plank with flames on it. Now, I am gliding on several different types of wood, Grip Tech, reverse camber and popping off everything in sight at simplistic ease. now time to trade Noah and compare the Arbor Westmark.
Damn, this is smooth too. With a bit more stability, not solely due to a slight difference in length, the Westmark has equal amounts of pop with the versatility of all mountain riding. Feel free to straight line this piece of equipment at any time down any run. Just a glorious snow sled and by 12:30, Noah and I are equally worked and ready for round two.
Flash two hours later and Noah and I are sitting in Library Ale House on main street sipping afternoon IPAs and reds jamming down some well deserved calories. It is time to skate. We are off to the new Venice Park off the boardwalk for the busiest time of day to get in our skate sesh. This is Noah’s domain, as I witness 5 second intervals of ‘hey bro’s’ within a 500m radius of the park.
“I really need some shades,” announces Noah as we step out into the 75 degree sun. Hello Los Angeles summer and welcome. We will now commence skating.
I am way out of my element at the Venice skatepark. First of all, I am wearing short shorts and snowboard socks as I failed to plan for this activity accordingly, forgetting my jeans on my bedroom floor at 6 am. That and I don’t skate the Venice park due to the take-a-number and wait for your bowl run, which applies to all but rippers and snakers. I bro down with two Oxnard boys, Rilan and Austin, on ‘daycation’ and two inspiring female riders, Olmi-Jay and Jennifer, while waiting my turn on the bowl deck. Warming up or finding a line is next to impossible at five minute wait time intervals, although watching all the locals thrash this mini bowl is worth it.
By the time we left the park we were sweaty and pretty much exhausted. But we were not stopping until we had completed the Trifecta. As we went for the surf, we noticed there was a bit of a lack of swell. Although a cooling sunset surf did sound pretty tasty at the moment. The trouble was really just the fact that getting a wetsuit on a sweaty body is a circuit workout in itself— training your fingers and fore arms. Noah sounded like he was dualing in Wimbledon trying to get that thing on. It was a solid 5 minutes clocked to wetsuit application; but we were off. We grabbed some Firewire demos from the Arbor shop and headed for the pier— just walking distance from the Arbor flagship on Washington in Venice.
My arms felt like they were going to fall off by the time I got past the break. Not because it was firing, but rather with a 5:30 am start and two activities prior you tend to be running short of empty. The promise of the Arbor rooftop beer was the only thing that kept us paddling really. And by a few waves and a solid hour in the water, we were ready for accomplishment brew. Well played team, well played.
Thank you to Noah Lewkow and Arbor for supplying all the gear for the Friday Trifecta.




























