The next day he texted me and said
that Will’s father owned the Crête
sawmill in Chertsey, Quebec and
that we could get access to the yard
on Saturday while the place was
closed. We were really stoked about
the idea of going to shoot there.
We met up at the yard that Saturday at around 11 am. With blue
skies on the menu, the day was
perfect for exploring the new terrain to shred in the Crête sawmill.