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I woke up in a really grumpy mood because I was far from ready to stop sleeping. The night before, Asher had woken us up something like 16 times in the middle of the night, just because she was bored. Then last night, even though I went to bed at a decent time and slept pretty well, when 8 rolled around I was pissed. But I made myself go to the mountain anyway.
We got up there and the chair stopped several times on the way up. The wind was blowing moderately and there was freezing fog on my goggles. Les and I went over to the drop off by Carnival and, while we were strapping in, this skier comes whizzing by, then stops right before the drop off. He acts really confused traversing back and forth for far too long, then hikes his ass back up to where we were sitting. The whole time he was traversing and hiking, Les and I were waiting impatiently to drop. So we finally do drop and we both mess up on our tricks because the drop off is pretty huge today. Then the skier comes off the drop off and rockets into the powder. He stops for a second. So I drop into the next jump. Then the asshole snakes me right as I'm about 8 feet from the lip. He cuts low enough that I probably wouldn't have hit him, but I was going in for a frontside three and I'm not good enough at those yet to really control where I go. So he gets some nice big air and I'm left riding up to the non-lippy part of the jump in powder. Fucking lame. So then he heads for the spot where the log is, but it's covered in snow. We were going there too. He stops before the jump. I ride by and I'm like, "Thanks for snaking me on that jump!" So he follows us through the trees and then stops right in front of me and is like, "I didn't snanke you, man, I cut low." And I was like, "Not low enough." And he was like, "What you puss out, bro? Couldn't take the heat?" And I was like, "No, you were in the way. Fuck you." And he was like, "What was that, man? What?" And then he fell over. Ha. Asshole. And even while he was sitting in the damn snow and I was riding by, he was like, "What? What was that, bro?" I wanted to kill him.
Leslie and I decided that he must have been an ex-ski racer from Alaska. One of those guys who doesn't go pro because, "I didn't want to. I'm a soul rider." He can go fuck himself. He was like 45 and wearing some stupid ass gray jacket and too tight of pants. You know the type. The guy with the huge gloves that are made out of some non-waterproof, non-texurized material. So it looks like a damn pillow case on his hands. And he rides straight up and down with now bend in his knees and hauls ass at the dumbest shit, leaning back on his skis. Oh God did I hate him.
Then there were no good rails in the park. Even the limo had kind of a lame set up. Then the kiddy park jumps had tuned into these gnarly booters that were impossible to clear from sitting atop the highest point you could possibly drop from. How can people be so fucking dumb? Why would you put a gnarly booter to a flat landing? This booter was about the same size as the first jump in the Air Chamber, or the biggest jump in the Ipark. I was so angry. Where am I going to take my kids to learn to clear jumps now???? And where am I going to learn 3's? The mountain's grooming staff has to be the most retarded group of people ever. Currently, there are about 3 good jumps on the whole mountain and only 2 good rails. Les and I have decided that we're going to write angry letters every time we come down from the mountain until the change.
We got up there and the chair stopped several times on the way up. The wind was blowing moderately and there was freezing fog on my goggles. Les and I went over to the drop off by Carnival and, while we were strapping in, this skier comes whizzing by, then stops right before the drop off. He acts really confused traversing back and forth for far too long, then hikes his ass back up to where we were sitting. The whole time he was traversing and hiking, Les and I were waiting impatiently to drop. So we finally do drop and we both mess up on our tricks because the drop off is pretty huge today. Then the skier comes off the drop off and rockets into the powder. He stops for a second. So I drop into the next jump. Then the asshole snakes me right as I'm about 8 feet from the lip. He cuts low enough that I probably wouldn't have hit him, but I was going in for a frontside three and I'm not good enough at those yet to really control where I go. So he gets some nice big air and I'm left riding up to the non-lippy part of the jump in powder. Fucking lame. So then he heads for the spot where the log is, but it's covered in snow. We were going there too. He stops before the jump. I ride by and I'm like, "Thanks for snaking me on that jump!" So he follows us through the trees and then stops right in front of me and is like, "I didn't snanke you, man, I cut low." And I was like, "Not low enough." And he was like, "What you puss out, bro? Couldn't take the heat?" And I was like, "No, you were in the way. Fuck you." And he was like, "What was that, man? What?" And then he fell over. Ha. Asshole. And even while he was sitting in the damn snow and I was riding by, he was like, "What? What was that, bro?" I wanted to kill him.
Leslie and I decided that he must have been an ex-ski racer from Alaska. One of those guys who doesn't go pro because, "I didn't want to. I'm a soul rider." He can go fuck himself. He was like 45 and wearing some stupid ass gray jacket and too tight of pants. You know the type. The guy with the huge gloves that are made out of some non-waterproof, non-texurized material. So it looks like a damn pillow case on his hands. And he rides straight up and down with now bend in his knees and hauls ass at the dumbest shit, leaning back on his skis. Oh God did I hate him.
Then there were no good rails in the park. Even the limo had kind of a lame set up. Then the kiddy park jumps had tuned into these gnarly booters that were impossible to clear from sitting atop the highest point you could possibly drop from. How can people be so fucking dumb? Why would you put a gnarly booter to a flat landing? This booter was about the same size as the first jump in the Air Chamber, or the biggest jump in the Ipark. I was so angry. Where am I going to take my kids to learn to clear jumps now???? And where am I going to learn 3's? The mountain's grooming staff has to be the most retarded group of people ever. Currently, there are about 3 good jumps on the whole mountain and only 2 good rails. Les and I have decided that we're going to write angry letters every time we come down from the mountain until the change.