I recently was asked to put together an edit for Tecnica / Blizzard featuring KT and RANDY.  KT has been on the TEC/BLIZZ team for years, and Randy joined last season.  I was asked to show what skiing means to them, showcase who they are, and of course throw in some ripping skiing.  Sit back, crack a cold one, and cure your summer blues by watching Randy and KT talk about spending winter on the Open Road.



“What does skiing, meeting new people and being out on the “Open Road” mean to those that pursue this path? Here is a glimpse at what it means to Kyle and Randy. Many thanks to Axel Peterson and the crew at Bomb Snow for putting together this piece on TecBlizz team riders Kyle Taylor and Randy Evans.”


It’s been awhile, how about a recap…

You know how it goes… get so busy skiing every day that you seem to forget to update your blog… I’m not saying thats a bad thing.  Hopefully next season we can keep up with a more regular blog update for all you internet surfers out there!  Currently, I’m sitting on a boat heading for the ocean to start my summer of commericial fishing.  Although eager to get back to work, I already am reminiscing of the amazing times and sick lines we were able to ski the last few months of the season.

The Brigade celebrating in AK

The Brigade in AK

After an amazing three weeks living out of my camper and at friends houses in Revelstoke, BC, we returned to Bozeman in early February to start the editing of BSTV ep 2: Revelstuck.  I would go into details of the trip, but I feel that the video highlights our journey nicely (most excellent voice overs, Rob).

Most of Feb, we spent kicking around the home land, skiing Bridger Bowl and making frequent trips to ‘The High Country’.  Luckily, we had great snow and stable conditions and were able to get on some bigger lines that we had been eyeballing in Montana.  We spent quite a bit of time shooting with Popovich and the Radbots, as well as young Colter Brehmer making a few trips to come film with us.

Anderw Daigh - Hardscrabble Peak freeze frame

Anderw Daigh – Hardscrabble Peak freeze frame

Colter Brehmer Cork 3 cornice drop freeze fram

Colter Brehmer – Cork 3 cornice drop freeze frame

Steve Popovich - Somewhere sick

Steve Popovich – Somewhere sick

We had an awesome month of shooting and by early March it was time to hunker down in ‘The High Country’ with Sean Fithian and the Radbots to produce our homeland edit, BSTV ep 3: Oro y Plata.  ( Oro y Plata is the Montana state slogan that is on the state flag…Silver and Gold, duh).

If you have never enjoyed a Montana Nose Bleed you are missing out, and if you don’t know what one is…. CLICK HERE

Mid March brought the competition season.  The Freeskiing World Tour Qualifier came through Moonlight Basin. Randy and Joe had two solid days of skiing, taking home 3rd and 4th place.  Next up was the FWQ in Crested Butte, where K T threw down some nasty lines and took home a nice pay check for 3rd place.

Joe Jasper sending it day one of the Moonlight Comp

Joe Jasper sending it day one of the Moonlight Comp

The last three years, we have been entering the Bridger Bowl Point and Chute video competition.  The Point and Chute is a local comp, where all footage has to be shot within the Bridger Bowl boundaries during operating hours.  Other than that, anything goes which is really cool having an open format like that.  Last winter, we won the comp with an  edit that we shot throughout the winter featuring deep pow, big airs, and classic lines at B Bowl. This year, due to so much traveling, we were lacking enough quality ski shots to put an edit together.  We were brainstorming over some beers, and came up with the idea to make a Greg Stump style edit that pays tribute to his video segments shot at Bridger of badass skiers like Tom Jungst and Scot Schmidt.  We collected some old school gear, trimmed Randy’s mustache, and headed out for a half day of filming that turned out to be the most popular video we have created.

The entire season,  we kept saying that we were going to make an Alaska trip happen in April. It was up in the air and didn’t seem realistic until Randy won the Freeskier Magazine’s Ticket to Tailgate video competition.  The guarantee of a fatty paycheck upon arrival to Valdez, sparked myself, Henry, Rob and Randy to quickly load my truck with 4 dudes and 5 snowmobiles and send it up North on the Alaskan Highway.  It was a rough drive up there to say the least. The four place sled trailer we borrowed was a piece of shit and broke on us continually throughout the drive. (See video for details).  Once we arrived in Valdez, we immediatley put the snowmobiles to use and sledded up to one of the sickest zones I’ve ever been to off Thompson’s Pass.  After one amazing day, we were shut down by a huge storm that dumped 40+ inches in town.  We laid low for 5 days and passed the time by skiing pow and pillows right above sea level.

The Brigade Stoked in Valdez

Once the storm passed, high winds moved in.  The 60+ MPH gusts scoured or loaded most every aspect we attempted, and after remotley triggering a wind slab on a low angle slope, we decided it was too sketchy on Thompson Pass.  We had two options; wait out the wind event and be patient as the snow adjusts and settles in Valdez or load the truck and head South to Haines to attempt something new. We chose the later.  We had been in touch with Bozeman local and SEABA hell guide Bill Buchbauer, and he was telling us of the great snow and conditions around Haines.  He also suggested  that we don’t blow our money on a Heli and rather go for a more authentic experience with a plane drop and some glacier camping.  Then we met Drake.  Drake is one of the most radical guys I’ve ever met and he truly loves what he does. He has been plane dropping people around Haines for years and is a very experienced pilot.  He gave us lots of good Beta and dropped us in a couple really cool spots.

Randy took this one kinda deep right above base camp

Randy took this one kinda deep right above base camp

White Fang - Haines

White Fang – Haines

We got the goods in Haines, hiking from base camp to the top of every line, earning our turns was very rewarding.  On the final day we got picked up and taken back to town with sore feet and exhausted minds.  We knew it was time to head home so we began the 2,550 mile journey back to Bozeman.  We were relieved that we only blew one snowmobile trailer tire on the way back.  It truly was the trip of a lifetime!  Check out our Alaska adventure in BSTV ep 4: Shallower, Closer, Shorter…

Also, check out an INTERVIEW we did with Sam Cox over at


Ax & the Brigade

52 Inches in Four days at Bridger Bowl

Looks like we timed it right.  After skiing three weeks of amazing conditions in Revelstoke, BC, we headed home just in time for the most epic powder day I’ve ever had at Bridger.

Check out a mini POV edit from ‘Two Foot Tuesday’

<p><a href=”″>Go Back to Bridger – Axel Peterson Cold Smoking 1/29/2013</a> from <a href=””>Bridger Brigade</a> on <a href=””>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>

Off to a Great Start

by Axel Peterson

This early season in Montana was amazing.  Tons of snow and stable conditions made for some unbelievable skiing.   We poked around the Bridgers for a few weeks in early November, skiing ‘The Great One’ twice as well as smaller couloirs that were nice and filled in thanks to the wind.

Axel in the gut of the Great One. Early November. Photo - Reid

Axel in the gut of the Great One. Early November. Photo – Reid Morth

On November 12th, 51 Inches of pow brought us to the Little Cottonwood Canyon.  Leaving from the bars in Bozeman at 11 PM, myself, Randy Evans, and Reid Morth arrived in SLC just in time to eat a hearty breakfast and head into the Wasatch.  We met up with Dylan Crossman and Colter Brehmer and had two awesome days of touring.  It felt great to ski some ‘bigger’ lines.

Colter Brehmer . Toledo Chute.  Photo: Reid Morth.

Colter Brehmer . Toledo Chute. Photo: Reid Morth.

We sent it over to Sun Valley for Turkey Day.  Rob, myself, and local shredder Jeremy Lato had two amazing days of skiing 1-2 feet of fresh on Galena Pass. Completely stoked on two days of amazing powder, Rob wanted to end the day with a nice speed flight.  Grabbing his wing from my truck, Rob sent it for the top of Red Devil.  Sometimes things don’t work out, and for Rob this was his day.  Landing weird on a pile of rocks, he dislocated and broke his ankle.  Requiring surgery that night, Rob took a huge blow to his season. Rob is a champ, and will be back stronger than ever in a few months!

Rob after the re-location

Rob after the re-location

After returning to Bozeman from SV, myself, Max Lowe, and Ryan Walters loaded the sleds and set sail for Cooke City.  We met up with ‘Cooke City Locals’ Pat Cowan and Sean Fithian, and had some fun romping in the new snow.  It snowed nonstop the four days we were there, restricting us from venturing to high, so we had some fun hitting smaller cliffs and skiing long pow runs in the trees off Woody Ridge. We have a tradition that every time someone gets their sled stuck they have to shotgun a beer….We ran out of beer the third day.

Walters and I scoping lines. Photo: Max

Walters and I scoping lines. Photo: Max Lowe

Walters snapping his probe together with lightning speed. Photo: Max

Walters snapping his probe together with lightning speed. Photo: Max Lowe

Me airing into Goose Creek. Photo: Max

Me airing into Goose Creek. Photo: Max Lowe

Getting back into cell phone range, on our way home from Cooke, I had a message from Reid Morth saying we have tickets to Red Mountain for their opening weekend.  I jumped on the opportunity and within 12 hours of getting home I was on the road again traveling North to Rossland, BC.  Kyle Taylor, Micha Hoogeveen, Reid, and myself had quite the adventure.  Hitting black ice an hour north of Spokane, we rolled KT’s car.   At first I accepted our trip was over and that the car was totaled.  However, after 5 hours of repairs and duct tape, the car was running and we were on our last stretch towards Red. Arriving in Rossland at 3:30 AM, we had just enough time to catch a few hours of sleep before heading to the hill in hopes of catching first chair.  A crew of young guns beat us to the punch by pitching a tent in line, so we had to settle for second chair.  We started the morning off right with a nice 300 Gnar Points for cooking breakfast in line.  The bacon, eggs, coffee, and whiskey fueled us for a long day of shredding.  Despite having one of the deepest bases in record for opening weekend, Red was plagued with a solid rain crust on most aspects.  We still made the most of what we had, got some sick shots, and had one hell of a weekend!

Breakfast and Whiskey. Opening day of Red.-Photo: Reid Morth

Breakfast and Whiskey. Opening day of Red.
-Photo: Reid Morth

Kyle Taylor dropping in. Photo: Reid Morth

Kyle Taylor dropping in. Photo: Reid Morth

Micah boosting a tree. Photo: Reid Morth

Micah boosting a tree. Photo: Reid Morth

Returning back to the states, I had two days to regroup at home in Bozeman before loading the car and heading once again to Canada.  This time it was a family trip. We have been wanting to take a family ski trip for years, and it finally aligned.  Dylan Crossman, my big sis McKenna Peterson, and myself headed 12 hours to Golden, where we met up with my Mom, Dad, and little sister.  We helied into Chatter Creek Lodge for two days of the deepest skiing of my life.  It was some serious cold smoke blower and after two days, it was extremely hard to leave.  Chatter Creek is one of the coolest places I’ve even been with the sickest terrain I have ever seen. There is some serious potential there, and I will do everything in my power to go back one of these years…

Me choking down some cold smoke. Photo: Dylan Page

Me choking down some cold smoke.
Photo: Dylan Page

A little stoked

A little stoked

photo of a photo. Dylan Crossman scoping a nice pillow line at Chatter Creek.

photo of a photo. Dylan Crossman scoping a nice pillow line at Chatter Creek.

Jumping pillowsphoto: Dylan Page

Jumping pillows
photo: Dylan Page

Soaking in a hot spring en route to Montana

Soaking in a hot spring en route to Montana

Back to Bozeman from Canada trip #2, we dawn patrolled the next morning to one of my favorite spots in Montana.  It is a super double rainbow secret spot, near Big Sky, and I was excited to take McKenna and Dylan up there for their first time.

Dylan Crossman crushing a spine in ....... ....Photo: Axel Peterson

Dylan Crossman crushing a spine in ……. ….
Photo: Axel Peterson

Then it was time to head home to Idaho to spend X-mas with the fam and ski with the Sun Villains.  Galena Pass had some of the most snow and best, stable, conditions I have ever seen.  Touring Galena and the Sawtooths every day until new years, I earned many untracked pow turns and had some great times with close friends.  Andrew Daigh and myself scoped some big lines near Galena that we will go back for this spring, and North Parker and I found what we are calling ‘The Hollywood Wall of the Sawtooths”.  A couple days of brappin’ sleds with Barrett Cincotta, Kyle Casey, and Michael Franco, got me stoked on sled skiing over the pass.  I Can’t wait to get back to the homeland and film some big lines with good friends in the next few months!

North Parker slashing into a nice Couloir in the Sawtooths. Photo: Axel Peterson

North Parker slashing into a nice Couloir in the Sawtooths.
Photo: Axel Peterson

Kyle Casey taking flight off a nice tree pillow out Beaver CreekPhoto: Axel Peterson

Kyle Casey taking flight off a nice tree pillow out Beaver Creek
Photo: Axel Peterson



This November/December has been one of the best early seasons I can remember.  Great trips with great people make for amazing experiences and memories. I am fortunate to have some many positive people in my life, and without them none of this would be possible.  I am currently in Revelstoke, BC, yes my third trip to Canada this winter, and am working on the second episode of Bomb Snow TV.  If you haven’t yet, check out the first episode, it highlights everything above.  Cheers to a great winter of fun and pow, and to all my friends who get after it, be safe.


<p><a href=”″>Bomb Snow TV: Episode One “Get While the Gettin’s Good”</a> from <a href=”″>Bomb Snow Magazine</a> on <a href=””>Vimeo</a&gt;.</p>


Summers over.  The snow is beginning to fall.  We are finishing up our summer jobs and reuniting in Bozeman for another winter of skiing, travel, and adventure.  All summer, while slaving for sardines as a commercial fisherman, I couldn’t go more than a couple of hours without finding myself day dreaming of the coming season.  Revelstoke, Nelson, Alaska, Cooke City, the Sawtooths, Wasatch, Lost Rivers, Beartooths, etc…etc…etc….. My brain was racing.  The endless check list of couloirs, lines, peaks, and trips continued to grow.  The anticipation and stoke of a snowy winter kept me charged during the 18 hour fishing days.

At times, I wonder why I spend 4 months of every summer isolated on a 58 foot boat with 4 others, working nonstop, and constantly smelling of the ripest fish slime. All it takes is plugging in my dusty hard drive, maxed out with footage from last winter, and instantly I’m reminded why I put myself in this situation… The cold of winter, dropping into bottomless pow, scoping lines, sending, exploring, the nervousness, the excitement, the adrenaline, the stoke, the camaraderie of your bros grinning through their snow beards… This is the reward, this is what I live for.

We are going to be busy this season with a couple rad projects.  We will be working hard on a two-year wilderness ski project entitled Land of No Use, as well as producing monthly Bomb Snow TV episodes.  Check out the trailers for both projects.

Bomb Snow TV

Land Of No Use

The rock skis are out, and preseason eagerness is in full force.

See ya on the hill,


*Feel free to shoot us a line at

I Believe its Pronounced, “Cah-nah-dah”

January took us across the northern boarder and into a land smothered in gravy and topped with cheese curds.  In cars cramped with ski gear, smelly bums, and as much American booze as possible, we followed the eighteen wheelers charging through the white out storm up Rodgers Pass and filtered into Revelstoke, BC.  We came to compete in the FWT Canadian Freeskiing Championships and to escape the terrible conditions that plagued our home mountains.

Therapeutic views from the rangers station at the top of Rogers Pass
Photo: Axel Peterson

Well, frankly we didn’t have the best showing at the competition.  On the plus side of no one making through the qualifying day, we were free to shred, and shred we did.  The only bad thing about British Columbia is that its not part of the US.  With every visit, we ask the cardinal question, “How do I become a Canuck?” With a slightly heavier snow pack than what were used to  back in Montana, big fluffy pillows of pow tend to stick more consistently to rocky outcrops.  For us, it was the first time we had seen hittable cliffs since last season.

Rob lays out massive front flip in Fernie, BC.

Captain Todd Heath leading an intellectual debate over the finest scotch

The panoramic views of the Monashee Mountains are a stunning canvas of sharp white peaks, fat rivers, and inversion clouds stopped up in valleys like glacier lakes. Aside from the 1,713 metres (5,620 ft in ‘Merican) of lift accessed vertical at Revelstoke Mountain Resort, we explored the surrounding backcountry access, including the legendary Rodgers Pass.  After overstaying our welcome in Revelstoke, we dipped back into the States to restock our beer supply and pick up  photographer, Craig Moore.  We then headed to Fernie for what was being broadcasted as The Storm of the Century!!! 

LEGEN . . .wait for it . . .DARY!

We present the rarest of foreign species – the British Columbian, cold-smoke breathing dragon.

awe yes! and the North American Speckled White Fish!

Of course, there seems to be a Storm of the Century!!! every season, but what we found in Fernie blew away our former beliefs of what constitutes deep pow.  With below zero temperatures, skiing the fifty inches that fell in that storm felt more like passing through cumulous clouds than sliding on top of solid particles.  It was too good to stop for a break, even though every single person in our group had frost bite spreading across their cheeks.  It was da deep on deep, ski it till ya sleep.

Film me bro! I’m a superstar!

. . . one small turn for a man, one giant face-shot for mankind.

KT’s birthday fell on our last night in town, and what pursued was a blur of nearly escaping bar tabs, cannibalistic wrestling, chomping into beer cans, and a torn meniscus.  We returned to ‘Merica a little worse from wear, skied Big Mountain for a couple days, and went to the premier of Aaron Robinson’s Manifest, before driving back to Bozeman.

Big Thanks to Revelstoke Mountain Resort, Fernie Alpine Resort, Whitefish Mountain Resort at Big Mountain, The Taylor family at the Hidden Moose Lodge, and Craig Moore.