There’s nothing to prove here. The province of Quebec is one of, if not the greatest place in the world for street snowboarding. Quebec City provides rails, ramparts, hills and a lot of snow to every rider that comes to hit its streets. But have you ever wondered what it’s like to live in the greatest street snowboarding city in the world? Of course, we lose a lot of good shreds as they head west to ride powder, but the real jibbers have worked their way up the snowboard scene by getting creative in these Francophone streets. Progression provides new spots, spots that we would have considered impossible a couple years ago. But when you live here you might feel like Montreal, Quebec City or Chicoutimi have been over ridden. Same spots, even sometimes same tricks that were done ten years ago and forgotten. It’s not always easy to say, “let’s just go to Russia,” so you might have to look into your own backyard. Or find your way in some unexplored towns, where some new stuff is just waiting to get hit…
We got there early the next morning to finish building the lip and the crew started hiking up the hill to give it some tries. We ended up spending the whole day there. Tony was so burned out from hiking up that by the end of the day Frank had to carry his camera up the hill for the last couple attempts. The joy of filming lines I guess.
As long as we didn’t get in the way of their nine-to-five, they weren’t bothered at all about some random guys sliding down the roof.
That night, the crew went scoping in some smaller towns around Rimouski for six hours, and found nothing that was doable during week days. That’s the main difference from Montreal or Quebec City – you have to cover a lot of ground to find good spots. On their way back, about five minutes from our rental house, they found another roof to hit. We sessioned it on Thursday.
The spot was on the roof of a water pumping station right next to the main road. The guys were on top shovelling when some city workers arrived. Frank spoke with them but they ended up not even caring about what we were doing. As long as we didn’t get in the way of their nine-to-five, they weren’t bothered at all about some random guys sliding down the roof. Seb got two tricks on the ledge while Mick was fooling around and Frank snow skated.
Tony was so burned out from hiking up that by the end of the day Frank had to carry his camera up the hill for the last couple attempts. The joy of filming lines I guess.
Three days, no kick out and some really good footage, everything was lined up for a crazy night. Frank had this idea in mind that we should try to find a fishing shed to spend the night. We got to the town on ice right by sunset, and found a guy who could rent us one for the night. He gave us a pretty good discount because he recognized Frank from a TV show he was on. We went back to the house, had dinner and called the cab to go fishing. It’s a little blurry, but I can tell you we drank a lot of Fireball, caught absolutely no fish, and went to the strip club. Oh, and I lost my phone in the fishing hole.
We left the rental in a hurry the next morning – check out was at 9:30. We drove down to the last spot, which was on our way back to Quebec City. Everyone was a little hungover. Shovelling went a little mellow, but Frank and Mick landed their tricks quick enough for us to drive back by daylight.
So there you have it. That’s how we get down in Quebec. Don’t worry, you’ll find some spots if you come down to Quebec City… you just might feel a little Déjà Vu.
Words and Photos – Joseph Roby