Words, photos, and video by Zach Jacobs w/ Boardslide Magazine.
Tommy Lynch and I were up at the absolute ass crack of dawn, dragging ourselves out into the cold, only to find Breckenridge blanketed in fresh snow, and it never let up. It snowed all day long. The kind of storm day you dream about but rarely got this dry season.
By the time we strapped in, riders were already linking up all over Peak 9. There was this unspoken energy, no real plan, just a loose collective moving through the mountain. Within the first hour, we had a full crew forming, and by around 9:30am, we’d all funneled into Zone 1.
Zone 1 set the tone immediately. Three features, each with their own personality: a straight log to get things going, an up log to down… clacker (for lack of a better word), and then this massive waterfall log feature that demanded attention. It didn’t matter if you were an OG rider or part of the next generation, everyone was getting after it. Makes, slams, sketchy saves, full commits, it was all happening. And with the snow stacking up by the minute, everything just kept getting better.
After we’d properly worked Zone 1, the whole squad of 40/50 riders migrated together to Zone 2. That’s when things really started to escalate. At least four more features waiting for us: a five-foot tall pole jam, a sneaky elbow feature that caught more than a few people off guard, and then the monster - an up to flat to down to flat to down creation that looked borderline unreasonable. A few riders figured it out, but most were just trying to survive it with some dignity.
Somewhere in the chaos, we spotted DP tucked into a tree, filming from an angle nobody else had even considered. Classic. Riders were dropping faster than the snow was falling, and we captured it all.
Eventually, we pushed on to Zone 3. That’s where things got weird in the best way. First up was “The Camel,” as Z. Griff called it. A log with this massive hump right at the start that forced you to rethink everything mid-feature. But the real centerpiece? A 50/60 foot straight log stretched out over a running creek. That thing was no joke.
A handful of riders absolutely laced it. Z. Griff’s full boardslide was one of those moments you just stop and watch. But for every clean make, there was someone else getting consumed by the feature ending up straight into the creek. And yeah… a few people took the full swim. No half measures.
By the time we rolled into Zone 4, the group had thinned out a bit. Still, the energy didn’t drop. We were met with a dual rainbow feature and this wild field goal setup, basically a straight log threading perfectly between two standing trees. It felt like the final test. And just like that, it was over.
The snow never stopped. The trees kept the wind out. Everyone was soaked, freezing, but completely fired up. Just pure, unfiltered stoke across the board. It was, without question, the best day of the season in my personal opinion.
Z. Griff didn’t just throw an event, he sparked something. Log Lunch felt real in a way that’s hard to come by now. No fluff, no frills, just riders, snow, and creativity in the woods. OG riders and the next generation feeding off each other, pushing, laughing, slamming, and getting back up.
If this becomes an annual thing, and it absolutely should, it’s going to be something people talk about for a long time. Thank you Zach Griffin for creating something dedicated to the community.
