The Last mountain

b.rad.404 (Brad Robinson), with his beasts of burden, leads us to the promised land.
b.rad.404 (Brad Robinson), with his beasts of burden, leads us to the promised land.
Words, Photos and Captions: Jason Robinson

The debate was over and the old heads were right. Despite having ample time to alter our trajectory, we ultimately failed to heed the warnings. “Think about your children, your grandchildren, your grandchildren’s children,” they’d say. But snowboard progression, like a runaway freight train, would stop for no one. 

Each year the degrees of rotation in competitive snowboarding tricks continued to climb:  16, 18, 19, 21. When the biggest tricks capped out at 1440 degrees, life on earth remained stable. But every degree beyond that began tearing at the very fabric holding space and time together. 

At the 2025 Winter X Games, Japan’s Hiroto Ogiwara landing back-to-back, backside 2340s completely severed the space-time continuum. The first one may have been a fluke, yet the inconceivable feat of “two to make it true” was just too much for the laws of physics to handle. As the crowd roared in astonishment, reality itself began to glitch. Then, in an instant, the world jumped into the future, to the year 2340.

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