Derrick Dilworth "Dilly"
Grew up in Carey, Idaho. I'm straight gangster pretty much down with any sport that involves snow, water, or the mountains.
My ol' man taught me how to ski at about two years old. I was a skier through grade school up until the 6th grade, then I switched over to the cool thing to do... snowboarding. Sun Valley (Baldy or Dollar) was my stomping grounds as a kid. Throughout elementary school, my dad would drop me off at the mountain at least once a weekend. I would be first in the lift line and last off the mountain. My dad drove the garbage truck as well as the Park & Ride Buss in Sun Valley on the weekends so I was pretty much guaranteed a day on the mountain. We had no money, but back then you could buy a student ski card for ten dollars which would get you a ten dollar lift ticket every time you went on either mountain. There was also an added benefit of my dad being a garbage man in Sun Valley. People would literally throw away skis that were barely used which he would rescue before they hit the truck so I usually had a nice set of gently used skis. I feel pretty lucky to have had that experience at such an amazing place that most people can't afford. Shit, I can't even afford it today!
Moved to Boise in "99" to attend college at BSU. I continued to snowboard throughout college at Bogus Basin. Although it was nice to be on a mountain close by, it just wasn't as fun as it once was... I had always wanted a snowmobile as a kid. I'd been on a couple, but never truly in the back-country off a beaten path. After college, my homie Jon, an avid back-country snowmobiler, took me out and let me ride his wife's sled. We didn't get very far that day due to some sled issues with another rider in the group, but the next day I found myself shopping for a sled. I mean why not? I had always wanted one... Couple days later a 1999 Polaris 700 was in my possession, game on!
Yeah right... The 1st ride on that thing was at Pilots Peak and flat out scared the hell out of me. I had no idea what I was doing nor did I imagine it would be so damn hard just to turn it around. The pucker factor was high that day and I spent more time digging and looking for a spot to turn it around than I did riding. The next day I slapped a for sale sign on it and left it at the local dealership on consignment. I've always thought of myself as an adrenaline junky, but what I experienced that day was not my idea of a good time! Figured I'd chalk the sport of snowmobiling up as "not for me". No thanks!
A couple weeks went by and not one person was interested in buying that pile of metal they call a snowmobile. It was now spring and a couple of guys that frequented the shop talked me into taking it out again. Of all the places we could go, they picked Pilots Peak, my nemesis. That turned out to be "the day", the day I feel in love with this sport only a rich man can truly afford. I've owned a few sleds since that one and I've had a couple years of pure frustration and heartache, but if I had to pick one and only one sport, this would be it. I could ride every single day and never get sick of it.
I haven't been in this sport as long as many have, but I've witnessed too many of our riding areas get closed without good reason. Every year we lose more and more which is why I support any organization that fights to keep our riding areas open. Sum+It Riders!
Sum-It Riders | Derrick Dilworth