We're back at Retallack, out in the middle of somewhere, right where we started two years ago. It's still the same crew, the same good vibes. Phil's running the show, but with a monster 'stache now. Karl's driving the cat, same Oakley blades. Kevin and Dem are still guiding. It feels like a lifetime ago I took that first trip up here. It feels like a million things have happened since. I can't quite explain it. Time seems to stand still up here.

The snow is falling. It's always falling. This time around we've got Sammy C. and the Pettit bros with us. It's the best crew we've had yet on a shoot. No bullshit, no drama, everyone's ultra focused and read to shred. It's been pretty cool getting Sammy and the Pettits up here and initiating them into the Retallack family.

Sammy nailed down bangers right out of the gate, with a monster 7 over the cat road. Sean skied a crazy pillow run down a creek drainage (check video). I thought I was watching a Mario Bros. video game. Callum's a crazy genius, launching a sick natural 3 off a huge cliff, easy 40.

The snow just keeps falling. It never stops. We've been charging for eight straight days, shooting non-stop. The pow is so blower, it's the best snow we've seen yet. It's noon and our last day before heading home. We just finished a film run and are rumbling up the mountain in the snowcat. Everyone's quiet, beat down and tired. I'm sitting back and thinking we've got so much footage in the can. I turn to everyone and make the call, "free runs for the rest of the day!"

Karl pulls the cat to the top. We all jump out and throw our shit on as quickly as we can. Kevin lines us all up at the top and gives us the beta on the run, don't go too far left, all that. CP and I partner up, we're jockeying for first position. Kev gives us the green light and next thing I know I'm waist deep in fluff. And that's pretty much how it all ended. Four epic pow runs at Retallack, I couldn't ask for it any better.

Check the vid!