Mr.BishopWhat was the biggest moment of self doubt that you experienced during the making of this movie?
Great question Mr.Bishop! Each member of the crew can, (and should) answer this and each answer will be completely different, and based on a unique perspective. This is the type of shit I love to read about on newschoolers, so I will do my best to answer.
A little back story leading up to my moment of self doubt: My trip from Lewistown, Montana to Kamloops was stressful to say the least. I didn’t time my journey very well with the weather, and ended up making the majority of the trip in a snowstorm. A top speed of 45mph makes an 800 mile drive seem like an eternity, and have you ever tried to cross the border from eastern Montana to Alberta with dreadlocks? My advice is don’t. Take the longer route and cross from Washington straight into BC, it will be faster anyway. In the nearly 6 hours the customs officials spent tearing my car and gear apart, (they didn’t find anything) not a single other car was searched, and the guy flat out told me they were searching me because of my hair. They even took the time to remove my car battery, X-ray my spare tire, and turn every pair of socks inside out. Eventually I made it out of customs. (good thing I vacuumed out the truck before I left.) A few hours later I made it to Calgary, only to miss my exit and get lost. I spent about 3 hours driving around Calgary completely turned around before I found the highway headed West. it was almost 4 in the morning by this point so I pulled into a Walmart parking lot for a much needed nap. The next evening, after another full day of tense, snail-paced driving on slick roads, I finally made it to Kamloops. But my troubles weren’t quite over, now we arrive at my moment (2 days) of self doubt.
Call it poor planning, call it ignorance, call it stupidity, call it whatever you want, but until i arrived in Kamloops, I didn’t really realize that being from America, my phone does not work in Canada. Couple that with the fact that I was looking for a Motorhome, with no known address, in a city I had never been to before, and I didn’t know what the fuck I was going to do. This is when the overwhelming rush of self doubt hit me. Thoughts of “what the fuck am I doing here?” flooded my mind for the two days I spent searching for the crew in Kamloops.
It was a pretty big leap of faith for me to pull the trigger on this trip and get involved with a crew that I didn’t really know too much about. At this point I had never even met most of the homies. I first met Kaleb and Jarv down in New Zealand a couple years ago, our visions' meshed pretty well together and we linked up to make some edits, but we didn’t really hang out other than skiing. We kept in touch online over the next two years, but by no means knew each other well. Looking back, I think this was a main source of my doubts, not really knowing what I was getting myself into, or who I was getting into it with.
Exhausted from my journey and not sure where to go, I ended up getting a hotel room; which paid off because it was their internet that finally got me in contact with the boys. After several miscommunications, some poor timing, a lot of wrong turns, and two very long, stressful, and doubt-filled days, I finally met up with Jarv near the Toys R Us parking lot. He lead me to my first spot of the trip, where my doubts were quickly dispersed upon meeting the crew and finally clicking into my skis.