Reading this just got my heart pumping and gave me chills, WOW! I recommend taking a few minutes to read this riveting blog entry by Icey athlete Julian Carr as he describes his experience jumping over the entire Air Jordan line in Whistler while filming with Sherpas Cinema
for their new movie "Into The Mind"
Here's the link, check it out! This is totally worth a few minutes --> https://sherpascinema.com/air-jordan/
Here's a teaser quote from this write up: “Wait wait wait wait a minute.” My inner voice was saying to me. You don’t KNOW it’s not doable."
If you haven't seen Julian's cover shot for this new film "Into The Mind" showing Julian hitting this air pick up a magazine or look online. Don't miss the film tour commencing next week in Canada and touring the globe.
Into The Mind - Official Teaser from Sherpas Cinema on Vimeo.
Here's what Julian wrote:
It all started off with an invite to film an inbounds Whistler Blackcomb segment with Sherpas. I arrived to town fresh off a less than spectacular snow base in Utah. In Whistler, they had an awesome early season and were still sitting on a great base. It hadn’t snowed in a few weeks in Whistler and most of the locals were awaiting a new influx of nukage. I, however, was licking my chops with the great base.
We initiated some filming, right away, I knew we were going to break some new ground in true Sherpas fashion. We were lining up shots that were choreographed to have quite a few people skiing at once. Dave Mossop of Sherpas, said, “OK guys, I’m going to count down from 20, Julian, you’re in the air at 8, Matty you’re skiing into frame at 5, Austin you’re jumping at 3, Tatum you’re skiing through the foreground at zero, rest of you guys just be skiing the whole time on the sides, and it’ll all work perfectly… can you guys do that?” Haha. We gave it our best shot in some truly classic Whistler zones over the next couple of weeks. Most of the time I think we walked away accomplishing what we intended, some shots maybe not. After a couple really fun weeks, I headed home for a break until the next storm and break in weather came in. It ended up just being a few days, then I headed back up to Whistler. It snowed quite a bit, about 50?, but the weather wasn’t quite cooperating for filming. On one of the days we were cruising around, well most days cruising around, my eye would always go towards the Air Jordan zone. I would fantasize about singling the entire zone. I’d keep the thoughts to myself though, because the ability to ever take that fantasy seriously, the zone would need 100? of snow and closure of the landing zone while it nuked. Not going to happen. And I didn’t think there was a suitable take-off up there. Regardless, it was fun to fantasize.
One of the days we got skunked on weather, Stan Rey was up there on Jordan, I was over in a different zone with a different air lined up, they were going to bring in the heli with Cineflex, unfortunately neither of us had the chance to hit it due to weather, but after he came down and we all met up, he said to me casually, smiling, “Julian there was a rad diving board platform thing up there you could send the whole thing from.” He said it very passingly and was laughing, little did he know I was listening very intently and I immediately looked at the zone and recognized what he described as the diving board. NOTED. Very noted my friend.
At this point, it was a Thursday, weather was calling for some serious snow to fall for a couple of days, then it was going to maybe clear. Sherpas had another project lined up out of town on Monday. So it was looking like our only day to hopefully get another shot was Sunday. I took off to Vancouver while it nuked, the whole upper mountain was closed and it was raining like crazy in the village of Whistler, the sun was shining in Vancouver and I was lucky enough my girlfriend had a layover in Vancouver, so we decided to have a great Friday night and chill all day Saturday until her flight up to Nelson and my shuttle back up to Whistler Saturday PM.
After a killer time decompressing in Vancouver, I hopped on the shuttle back up to Whistler. The snow reports I was hearing were 100? storm total, 50? more inches in the last 36 hours. WOW. Weather report was also saying clearing on Sunday AM and sun. Were the stars really aligning for me to take a look at this Air Jordan air? They were.
I rolled into town Saturday night, I called one of the people I had become friends with during the shoot, Christian, he picks up the phone and I tell him, “you down to wake up early with me, go have a look at Jordan, I’m thinking about singling it, you got my back, be my wingman?” He immediately is game on. Christian was one of those guys everyone knew up there, everyone gave him respect and him and I connected on a cool level throughout the days filming up there. I knew I had to access the zone before anyone else, assess the diving board, to see if it could in fact get me over the whole zone. Then go down in the landing and probe. Then come all the way back around to come back to the air after another chairlift ride. All the while I knew I could trust Christian to politely ask any locals that wanted to punch Air Jordan the proper double cliff stage way, if they wouldn’t mind waiting til I got back as I was considering hitting it as a single stager.
Christian and I woke up early to meet the Sherpas crew. It’s a glorious sunny morning, the entire upper mountain had been closed for two days. Unbelievably beautiful. We loaded the gondola and when we got up to the base of Peak Chair, holy crap the line was LONG. Everyone made their plans of attack. Hoji was heading there, Matt Elliot was headed there, and so on and so on. I told Mossop I was headed to inspect the Jordan zone for potential single and told him I’d radio him when I had a yay or nay. It’d most likely be over an hour before he’d hear from me. Game on.
Christian and I head down to Peak chair, line up is massive. We head to the liftie and we mention we’re with the film crew and we’re hoping to snag early chair, he says hold up, he goes into shack, comes out in a hurry and says, “you guys hop up there!” Holy shit ok, we hop up in front of first chair and before we know it he lifts the closed sign and we’re all loading and we have the FIRST chair! haha! No way.
We head up, the mountain is unreal. No tracks, beautiful sunshine and thousands of hungry skiers ready to take no prisoners.
We unload and rally to the Jordan zone. I had never been there before, so Christian shows me the way. We roll up on the spot. I look down and see a really obvious diving board that shoots you off into the oblivion, of what I instantly knew was the famed double stager called Air Jordan. So far so good. Intense.
I ski carefully down to the take off of the diving board and have a look over the edge. Oh boy, I knew to air the whole zone it was not going to be a sheer cliff, but when I first looked over the air, it was FAR from sheer. It appeared, to get over the rocks and cliffs below, I’d have to travel VERY far to get out to the landing zone WAY down there. Instantly my gut reaction was gripped with fear and a fleeting mentality. Nope no way was this cliff doable. Dang. Oh well. Holy shit it was terrifying. I’m out of there. Too bad. “Wait wait wait wait a minute.” My inner voice was saying to me. “You don’t KNOW it’s not doable.” I realized I had to make absolute certain, with my intellect, not my fear that the cliff wasn’t possible. After I got comfortable and found my footing underneath me, I took it all in. The in run length for approximate amount of speed I could, ball park, have, the cliffs underneath me, the landing way out there, it all lined up, maybe. Was it impossible? No it wasn’t. In fact, it looked very potentially doable. Dang it! I studied it for 10 minutes intensely. It was doable, the take off would take some time to stamp out and manicure, but it was doable. I looked up and saw that Christian had made friends with a handful of hungry locals wanting to hit Jordan as a double. They all told me take my time and they wouldn’t hit it. What a bunch of badasses. I told them I was going down to inspect the landing, probably for 30 minutes, then hustle down to catch another chair lift, hopefully not have to wait in line.
I went down to the landing zone. Probed. Landing was great. I could penetrate the snow with my entire pole, then my whole arm to my shoulder. Perfect. The only way I’ll jump off 100+ footers is to have snow like this. I was stoked. But also not sure about the air still. I like to hit SHEER cliffs. This cliff was not sheer, any mistake on my speed calculation would be certain death. And I not only couldn’t under calculate the speed necessary, I couldn’t over calculate, for there were trees past my preferred landing spot.
I headed down to the chairlift and knew I’d stare the dragon in the face and make a decision once I got back up to the take off. Breathe. Breathe. Let the calm and meditation start to seep into my being. For I was going to need it. I could not simply make a mental “choice” to hit the air, I knew that, I was going to need to make a full body meditational, universal, present awakening of intent up there. I knew that. Breathe. Breathe. It’ll all unravel in the way it should. Whether it works out or not for me to take it down. Breathe.
End of Part 1, stay tuned for part 2 of Julian's account of his epic leap.
Post by: Scotty VerMerris
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