For east coasters winter isn’t exactly over. We’re not even half way through March, so don’t let your stoke get extinguished if and when there happens to be a little more snow. In fact, when the temperature drops and the sky gets dark and pregnant with precipitation, call your homeboys and have your shred sticks… Read more »
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Nothing compares to the giddiness you get the moment school is out for Christmas break. The campus is quiet, the sky is grey and brooding, and the few remaining piles of snow lie like crusty corpses on the sides of curbs, but inside you feel like Louie Barletta. It’s party time! It’s skateboard time.
“In wildness is the preservation of the world” declared Henry David Thoreau. It is not in the order of cities or suburbia. Real life comes from contact with the wildness of frontier. Our state of Vermont, once 80% farmland, now 80% forest, is frontier again. The coyote has come to these woods from the west. The Catamount now stalks through our ranges like a whisper. And in the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont, the howls are heavier, longer, and there is rumor of wolves. Wildness lies thick here. Here in this state, Thoreau would undoubtedly agree, is the preservation of the world.
The correspondence between the look of the landscape and the way you feel and act becomes all the more apparent during a good leaf peeping season in Vermont. A mountain range lit with the red-orange fire of maples can ignite a quick exuberance in the individual. It might make you bomb a hill on your board, power-slide some leaves on the sidewalk, or given chance (which actually isn’t that rare in VT), chase a bunch of turkeys in a meadow. Sometimes the colors make us a little more wild. And yet, like the leaves, just as we catch fire, we inevitably fall.
Things are still. The air is heavy and moist. Up above, the mountains merge with cloud. Then, close by, brittle leaves are startled by wind. A quick flake follows. Then another. Then more. While roads and sidewalks will soon be rendered unrideable, skateboarding nonetheless feels celebratory as flakes thicken and a flurry of confetti descends upon Manchester.
After four years of collecting footage, The Worble finally presents “WANDER YEARS”, a homespun portrait of New England skateboarding.