Chile is a centrifuge that sucks Northern Hemisphere riders down into it’s vortex every summer in search of powder. With spitting lefts thundering into sleepy fishing villages all along the coast, for those inclined to split their summer pleasures in between the white room and under the lip, it is an upside down mecca. Volcom riders Bryan Iguchi, Curtis Cisezk, Seth Huot, photographer Scott Sullivan, and myself spent two weeks testing Volcom’s new 2013/2014 outerwear immersed in the whirlpool, from peaks to pointbreaks.
Curtis has some kind of traveling beer sickness only curable by mid session napping and more beer. He is liberal with both remedies, though neither work well, and he ends up leaving early to go recover at a wedding in Las Vegas.
In the mountains Seth’s stoke is nothing less than infectious, but at the beach he grows restless. A man of the desert. Functioning also as the trip’s filmer, he finds Chile’s seaside locals not friendly with the thought of their waves ending up on foreign memory cards. And even from seemingly hidden angles in the cracking shelves that run through the rock walled points he is called out most of the times his camera is drawn.
Sullivan doesn’t leave home without his guitar, and in all our numerous travels together I most always end up carrying the damn thing for him through bus stations, train stations, airport terminals, and such because he has too much other shit to carry it himself. I hold it so awkwardly people cannot help but to validate their suspicions of a poser by asking if I play the instrument. When I point them to Scott fumbling with all his bags, he gives a cool cock of the head and I again shrink against my musical inadequacies. As always Scott provides a solid soundtrack to the journey, turning any opportunity to play with local musicians into a private concert.
The third time I’d found myself bound for Chile, I had anticipated my normal anxiety over leaving and extended my stay a week longer than planned before even leaving the States, as had Sullivan. With no new snow forecasted, we posted up near the beach and got barreled off our nuts. Thank you to our many friends in Chile who made the experience all the more radical with their presence, especially Nico Saric and Ariel Cifuentes. And to Volcom, for supporting the desire to wander.