From Sea to Frozen Sea
Photography/Video by Roger Sharp
C-Skins took a trip. A very cold trip with team riders Oli Adams and Vincent Duvignac and photographer extraordinaire Roger Sharp to a place where the air is thick with snow, the roads are treacherous and the water is freezing…literally.
When this trip was first discussed we had some very excited team riders on our hands. They all agreed that it was somewhere they have always wanted to go but had never quite got round to it. Let’s face it, it’s not cheap and it’s a huge gamble – especially when the surf is nothing but inconsistent.
But when C-Skins are paying? It’s a no brainer!
Air thick with snow
We were more hopeful than confident; we wanted to test our Winter 15 range to the limit and we wished for the best; epic set-ups and frozen seas. In the lead up to the trip we were confident that we could at least expect the latter, in fact the forecasts got so grim, we weren’t even sure there would be any liquid water for our guys to play in. The daily surf check also began to kill our spirit, something about lingering one foot, onshore waves just kept being mentioned…
Anyways, always up for a challenge.
So, the day of departure was upon us, we had packed Oli and Vincent off with a lot of 6mm HotWired rubber and wished them well on their perilous adventure, where? We can’t be wholly specific but it was somewhere on the East Coast of Canada. Flying over the frozen seas brought to life the possibilities of what we may find, and when we did land on the runway (or more accurately, the massive great trench) all we could see was snow, snow so deep it was level with the plane window. We later found out that they’d had fourteen feet of snow that week. Well, we did want ‘cold’.
Oli Adams on a icy left hander
We had very limited intel on the area but we started to get our bearings in our little region and spied a few likely looking set ups. It had a very glacial feel; lots of snow covered hills and pine forests but at that point very limited waves. So we waited.
Finally some swell was on its way, now we just needed to figure out where we should be. Luckily the coast road has ocean views in a lot of places so checking things out was relatively easy. Bypassing a few points that were ridable but not worth the plane ticket, we went on in hope. Then Oli spotted it, a wave way, way up the coast, which he assured us was offshore and firing. So off we went, a snowy field, a frozen pond later and we were staring at a sick, left point break. The boys were frothing. The hours of travel and the frozen conditions were worth it. The locals were so accommodating and stoked to meet us and as it turns out, two polite pros coming for a few waves isn’t the norm. Maps were grabbed and other spots were recommended. Only request was not to name names. Fair.
Vincent Duvignac takes to the air
The next day it was even bigger and the quality of waves about blew our minds! At some points we were waist deep in snow but that was nothing, every half an hour it was getting heavier and by the time Oli and Vincent were done it was a full blizzard, blinding them into submission. Driving the coast road back was interesting; it was no longer pretty and picturesque, it was getting dark and the snow was literally freezing on the windscreen as we braved the motorway at a casual 20mph.
However, when we awoke the next morning it was a winter wonderland; blankets of snow and the sun was shining, it seemed like spring was finally on its way. The sunshine was trying to lure us into a false sense of security but we weren’t fooled, we knew the water was just as freezing in the sun as it was in the blizzard the day before! But the boys didn’t let a little something like that stop them, armed with their dryknit lined rubber, Oli and Vincent euphorically flung themselves all over the place. A perfect way to end a very successful trip.