The entire snowboard industry and his dog descended on Munchen the week before last for the behemouth of all tradeshows known as ISPO (don't ask me what it stands for other than alcohol poisoning and sleep deprivation) to see what gear we'll be shredding in and on next winter. Four days spent covering some serious ground in the biggest exhibition centre in the world (probably) taking in the plethora of new boards / boots / binding / clothes / goggles / glasses / things you can't even imagine, and four nights spent inhaling as much free booze as is humanly possible without hospitalization. And I'm pleased to report the future's bright, the future's, er, yellow?

Next installment tomorrow. Or maybe the day after.