My mountainboarding addiction started with a simple moment of eureka. the realization that board riding didn't have to be set in a town, nor did it have to be on a road or any hard surface, it didn't have to follow any lines or stay within specific terrain. it was a realization of a kind of freedom which was granted to my already very board intensive life. it was the most freeing moment since i got my car.
The time i spent in nature until then was always in the company of family or friend, hiking and exploring. but with mountainboarding i found myself alone more and more in nature, specifically in woodland. it gave me the most immense rush to sense polar opposite feelings in the shortest times. one moment walking quietly through leafy ground, listening the wind in the trees and the birds in the bushes and the next the adrenaline of rushing past trees and stones, making fast choices and sensing the boards response to the ground as I make a hard turn. making using of natural features to jump or pump speed before the flats or running into softer dirt before the big slope, sliding into a wide drifty corner as i struggle to keep control. Then suddenly stopping and as i struggle to catch my breath i slip back into the calming breeze.
taking time in day to day life just for yourself has always proven hard and its not getting any easier over the years. Mountainboarding for me is a trip to the psychologist, a dose of clean air, a chance to reconnect with nature and the thrill and passion of my life
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