In the early 2000s, snowboarding saw jibbing’s second coming. Elite superstars and unknown upstarts alike flooded the urban environs of North America in search of street features that had never been hit in order to try tricks that had never been done because, well…they had never even been attempted. The epicenter of this massive revival soon emerged in Salt Lake City, Utah.

With its easy and seemingly unlimited access to world-class backcountry terrain almost literally in the city’s backyard, Salt Lake had long been a top residential destination for those who chose to make a run up the ranks of professional snowboarding. This reputation was mainly spearheaded by local legend Andy Brewer, who was instrumental in putting Utah in play as a world-class destination.

The jibbing revival burst open the frozen floodgates to the SLC streets, and Salt Lake City officially became the Mecca of metal. That is, until snowboarding outgrew Salt Lake. Moved on. The spots were blown out. Every trick had been tried, most had been landed, and the spots were shut down. The photos looked too familiar, and film crews knew that a hiatus was inevitable in order to find new zones in other parts of the world. Salt Lake was deserted; a rustic old mining town after all the gold had been panned, as snowboarding moved on toward the middle of the new millennium and left SLC before the cold smoke of the mass exodus had time to settle.