iGave // NICK PABST HOMEGROWN FUND 2011

Hosting The 7th Annual Homegrown Amateur Photo/Video Contest is a hard job. Since the introduction of Jagermeister to the awards ceremony it has been nearly impossible to actually complete the task without the entire show falling to pieces. So this year we are implementing a new strategy ->> NICK + DANIEL co-host/tagteam the show. The only problem is Nick is a broke ass raft guide currently residing under a 2ox20 tarp on the banks of the Payette River in Idaho. He needs your help to get home.

Help us raise money to buy Nick a plane ticket so he can come home and MC The 7th Annual Homegrown Amateur Photo/Video Contest. Navigate to teamscum.com and donate a little cash towards the NPHG FUND 2011.

All donations get a sticker ->



Donations of $20 or more get a Tshirt ->




NICK NEEDS YOUR HELP -> PLEASE DONATE TODAY -- > > >

charley bartlett and his scummy ass subaru

when recently asked about the astonishing amount of empty beer cans, cigarette butts, wet smelly gear and general junk brewing in his subaru. charley proclaimed, "I'm an environmentalist". It makes me wonder what the hell they are teaching me in my quest for an environmental studies degree, maybe i should just take some lessons from him. I recently caught up charlie while surfing the junk pile on the way to gallimore road, figured i would snap a few shots. he might have a smelly ass subaru and drink beer faster then some of the most well known green river champs, but when he's in the ring with gorilla hes going big every time.


summa time and the livin's eazy!

arlyn-

BLAST FROM THE HOMEGROWN PAST

In anticipation of The 7th Annual Homegrown Photo/Video Contest we are presenting BLAST FROM THE HOMEGROWN PAST. Four Saturday nights in July we'll be revisiting selected homegrown photos and videos from the last 6 years and blasting them up on the big screen for your viewing pleasure.

SAT JULY 9 // HENDERSONVILLE, NC // GREEN LIGHT INK


SAT JULY 16 // LONG CREEK, SC // HUMBLE PIE


SAT JULY 23 // WESSER, NC // ENDLESS RIVER ADVENTURES


SAT JULY 30 // OCOEE RIVER, TN // TO BE DETERMINED

things seem smaller

If your heading to Idaho for peak spring flows with a crew composed of post-injury/recently recovered and severely out of practice paddlers, dont expect to go big cause that shits scary and you probably wanna be feeling frisky for that. However, you can expect to have a kick ass time. Traveling light armed only with an iphone and some borrowed kayaks, highlights (w/notable quotes) included:

- Paddling an often overlooked section of the South Fork Payette - spicy take-out rapid terminating in steamy hot springs with Captain Bob at the helm -> "Should we scout? Nope? OK, Bobs going? Whered he go?"

- Sleeping on a tarp in a cave on the owyhee while transitioning into the first days of summer -> Day 1: drysuit, cold breeze, Day 2: shorts + flip flops + too many hot cans of PBR = sunburn and a big smile -> "Beer me."


- A rowdy night in Boise partying with The Black Lips and The Banks Mag crew at Neurolux -> "Did you see the crowd attacking security at the show? Who threw that beer? Oh shit there are beers flying everywhere!"

Now back in WNC the summer is in full swing and things here seems smaller. . ."is the green running?" Hope you have been taking photos and video cause The 7th Annual HOMEGROWN Photo/Video Contest is scheduled for Sat Aug 27 ->> details coming real real soon -

three rivers in three states in four days

memorial day is usually a mandatory work day for myself but not this year. Instead of being sidelined in the back of a raft on memorial day weekend i was able to sample some flow in the states of north carolina, west virgina, and maryland. Friday i splashed my face on the green river narrows, saturday i rode roller coaster waves on the new river, then sunday and monday i traversed currents on the upper youghiogheny river in maryland! Flows were ideal. this shit made me feel alive! Here it is as i saw it.

the new was at 8ft!
myself smoothing the line at national
photo: jackie selevan

nick pabst is back, bitches . . .

Currently, I'm layed up under my 40 x 12 tarp with a busted back from paddling 150 miles in three days on the middle fork of the salmon river, but in a couple of days I'll be back on top, working for Cascade Raft outa Banks Idaho, home of the notorious Banks Mag and the constantly frightening North Fork of the Payette. No photos this time, as my camera is buried along the depths of six-mile creek in southern AK, but I'll fix that soon enough.
From my summer home, i.e., the farm (i.e. my tarp), I can catch a glimpse of otter slide rapid, a beastly warmup rapid of the north fork. A few miles downstream and we come to the confluence of the north and south forks, creating the main payette. Looks like its gonna be a good season, as there's 120% snow-pack and plenty of spring rain.

teamscum x the chattooga conservancy

As part of our SUPPORT SOUL program we are stoked to be donating 10% of sales from the 2011 'support soulful kayaking' T towards The Chattooga Conservancy's Stekoa Creek City Park and Stream Buffer Restoration Project.



Available in 2 mens/womens colourways, the 2011 SSK Tshirt is printed using non-toxic waterbased inks on a %100 organic cotton Tshirt with a seasonally dated neck label. You can pick one of these up for $25 at our online shop .

feelin' the flow

march has provided some fantastic flow in the southeast. I managed to get twenty days on the water this month alone, not half bad for a kid without a car. Check out some pictures of our recent trip to Overflow. I'm sticking around the southeast this summer and I'm fired up about it!

mark miller droppin' singley's

jonathan dale doin his thing at marginal

see you on the river this summer.

arlyn-

seasonal affective disorder

Work slowed down mid-February and it was time to move on.

So with hundreds of pesos we took the overnight bus to Buenos Aires to indulge our last few days in Argentina. We spent one day at the US Embassy (Note here: when traveling, make a photocopy of your passport.) and the rest of the week was spent on seafood empanadas, wine, and the tango. Buenos Aires is a dazzling city with countless corridors of street musicians and dancers. It is one of the largest cities on earth with nearly 13 million people (that’s almost twice the size of NYC).

We bused back to Potrerillos and spent our final afternoon closing down the cabana and finding a new sucker to feed the Huevo and Remo. We flew out of Mendoza on the 27^th of February and landed in Atlanta the following afternoon.

We had arrived in Argentina as spring gave way to summer and left as summer was fading into fall. I was four days in Georgia as the first Bradford pears christened the Spring and then we were off again, this time to ride the final snowfalls of winter in Colorado.

It was dark and rainy when we left Atlanta and it didn’t clear up till after Little Rock. There was 900 miles on I40 and the intergalactic adventures of the lawless desert planet Dune before we reached the foothills of the Rockies. As we passed through Santa Fe the first traces of snow littered the highway and there were snow flurries on the road ahead. By the time we entered Colorado the storm was in full effect and didn’t let up our first three days in Pagosa. Nick and I started working in time for the spring break madness at Wolf Creek, and are shredding the gnar on our days off. No plans to head back east any time soon.

pasaportes, patagonia y perdidas

The water's high and work is rocking. Nick is kayaking everyday and I have a full time gig waiting tables and serving drinks at the riverside restaurant. It's been busy on Los Condores Ave with wayward travelers passing through-- Joe Numbers and Shannon both stayed a week, my brother was here for two, and there's an Irishman camped out back we can't get rid of. And we have another dog. Remolina Andina (Remo for short) showed up one morning with the Huevo and decided to stay.

My brother came down for the first two weeks of January. It was a two day trip from Homer, Alaska with a bit of bad water in Mexico and lost baggage in LA. After a weekend in town Tony and I took off for Patagonia on an overnight bus trip from Mendoza to Bariloche. We arrived without a plan, bought a map and supplies, and camped around nightfall well within Nahuel Huapi National Parque.




We spent the week backpacking a circuit of Refugios-- one room huts at backcountry camp sites that sell sandwiches and cerveza. Around day three we waited out a bout of cold rain and patagonian wind to attempt a secondary route of ridgelines and scrambling deemed impossible without good weather. The next morning was blue skies and sunshine. It was a full day of backpack bouldering, snowfield descents, and waterfall crossings. We traversed a pristine mountain valley and finished the day with a brutal climb to the shores of a high alpine lake. Johnny Walker was waiting for us up top.

We came out of the woods to more rain and full hostels in Bariloche so we headed north for Aconcagua. Note here-- if you want to spend a few days backpacking the tallest mountain in the Americas and aren´t Argentine be ready to shell out some cash. It was about $100 US dollars for a three day permit, $250 for a week and $1,000 for a shot at ascent. So it is expensive but damn purdy. The trail to basecamp is a straight shot into the mountain alongside a glacial creek and red rock walls.

After a few hours of hiking we arrived at Confluencia-- an international array of colored tents and mountaineers preparing for ascent. When I reached into my pack for our permit I realized my dry bag was gone. I felt my stomach drop- it was not only all of my cash and my passport, it was my brother's passport as well. I stashed my pack and ran back to the park entrance, searching the trail until dark. It was a horrible night- the unusually still mountain air amplified the sleepless silence between us. We broke camp early to retrace our steps and again found nothing.

So rather than backpacking the park Tony took a crosscountry bus trip to the U.S. Embassy in Buenos Aires while I returned to work. It was a three day binge of roadtripping and beer, and then Tony was back in Potre for a full moon rafting trip and all night river party. The next morning he headed back to darkness and cold and Alaska winter.

As for me, I am still passport-free and broke and happy with summer. C'est la vie.