Ski Stories
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skier58284
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I challenged Seth Morrison to a race.
I won.
I won.
Nice!
Ok I got one..
It was my first time at Sunshine Village in Banff, and I ended up meeting some really cool dudes who worked on the hill. Their names were Hugo and Max, they moved out here from Quebec. After skiing with them for the day, I decided to hike with them into the back country. It was my first time going on a hike like this, and as we climbed each peak, which seemed to drag on into the next, I wondered what I was getting myself into.
I remember when we finally reached the mountain top. The magic and beauty of being totally alone, with nothing but majestic mountains as far as we could see. We marveled at the view in silence as we shared a nice joint and prepared for our descent. I was nervous, but I remember the sudden feeling of bliss as we floated through the sickest pow I'd ever skied, until the pitch flattened out and we found ourselves looking down at a 300ft cliff, which extended on either side of us as far as we could see. The feeling of bliss shared by all moments ago, quickly turned to dread as we realized we were in serious trouble. So we turned right and hiked along the ridge, hoping to find a chute, but found to our dismay that the ridge was tilting steeper and steeper towards the cliff, and harder to traverse.
Eventually we had no choice but to hike up and around through a steep, deep, and gnarly avalanche zone, trying our best to stay on the side, close to the trees without falling in the tree-wells. It was pretty warm, and we all knew that the snow could very possibly give way at any moment, sending us off the cliff below. It was getting late, and the afternoon sun, slowly but surly beginning its decent, propelled us onward with a sense of doom.
I remember looking out at the tiny village gondola as I shat myself profusely, visible off in the distance, separated by thousands of feet, several cliffs, and a vast forest. So close, yet so very far. I was exhausted, terrified, feeling helpless yet frantic to keep going on. When we reached the top of the hill, the snow gave way under my friend, who was directly ahead of me, and he suddenly found himself in a hole, 10 feet below, looking up at us. "What the fuck" he said. A few of us laughed it off, and helped him up. I was too exhausted to even register what happened. My only thought was to keep trudging on.
It seemed like we would never make it to the chute, if it even existed, but somehow we eventually did. I've never felt such a sense of relief looking down at the steepest and gnarliest terrain I ever skied. Too physically and mentally exhausted to think, I dropped in without hesitation and tried not to fall.
We made our way down the mountain and into the trees, which became more and more dense the further we went, unfortunately, the incline was still quite steep, and it was a great struggle to keep our speed in check without getting my skis (friends were boarding) tangled in the trees. I felt like I was in the jungle, wrestling with the forest, beyond exhaustion, barely able to stand, fighting for breath. After a while I was too tired to resist, skiing directly into each successive tree.
I'll never forget that feeling, when the trees finally parted and I found myself gliding down a long, winding, sled path towards the bottom. It was like striking gold, like finding water in the desert. We made it to the bottom just in time for my friends to take the last gondola up to the village, where they lived. I proceeded directly to the bar.
I learned a lot that day. Looking back, I would have done a few things differently, but my only regret is not asking out the cute Australian bartender. She seemed to understand. The mystery of the mountains, the encounter with death which brings us a new understanding of life, and most of all, the glory of adventure, in which we conquer not the mountains, or even nature, but our own selves.
Ok I got one..
It was my first time at Sunshine Village in Banff, and I ended up meeting some really cool dudes who worked on the hill. Their names were Hugo and Max, they moved out here from Quebec. After skiing with them for the day, I decided to hike with them into the back country. It was my first time going on a hike like this, and as we climbed each peak, which seemed to drag on into the next, I wondered what I was getting myself into.
I remember when we finally reached the mountain top. The magic and beauty of being totally alone, with nothing but majestic mountains as far as we could see. We marveled at the view in silence as we shared a nice joint and prepared for our descent. I was nervous, but I remember the sudden feeling of bliss as we floated through the sickest pow I'd ever skied, until the pitch flattened out and we found ourselves looking down at a 300ft cliff, which extended on either side of us as far as we could see. The feeling of bliss shared by all moments ago, quickly turned to dread as we realized we were in serious trouble. So we turned right and hiked along the ridge, hoping to find a chute, but found to our dismay that the ridge was tilting steeper and steeper towards the cliff, and harder to traverse.
Eventually we had no choice but to hike up and around through a steep, deep, and gnarly avalanche zone, trying our best to stay on the side, close to the trees without falling in the tree-wells. It was pretty warm, and we all knew that the snow could very possibly give way at any moment, sending us off the cliff below. It was getting late, and the afternoon sun, slowly but surly beginning its decent, propelled us onward with a sense of doom.
I remember looking out at the tiny village gondola as I shat myself profusely, visible off in the distance, separated by thousands of feet, several cliffs, and a vast forest. So close, yet so very far. I was exhausted, terrified, feeling helpless yet frantic to keep going on. When we reached the top of the hill, the snow gave way under my friend, who was directly ahead of me, and he suddenly found himself in a hole, 10 feet below, looking up at us. "What the fuck" he said. A few of us laughed it off, and helped him up. I was too exhausted to even register what happened. My only thought was to keep trudging on.
It seemed like we would never make it to the chute, if it even existed, but somehow we eventually did. I've never felt such a sense of relief looking down at the steepest and gnarliest terrain I ever skied. Too physically and mentally exhausted to think, I dropped in without hesitation and tried not to fall.
We made our way down the mountain and into the trees, which became more and more dense the further we went, unfortunately, the incline was still quite steep, and it was a great struggle to keep our speed in check without getting my skis (friends were boarding) tangled in the trees. I felt like I was in the jungle, wrestling with the forest, beyond exhaustion, barely able to stand, fighting for breath. After a while I was too tired to resist, skiing directly into each successive tree.
I'll never forget that feeling, when the trees finally parted and I found myself gliding down a long, winding, sled path towards the bottom. It was like striking gold, like finding water in the desert. We made it to the bottom just in time for my friends to take the last gondola up to the village, where they lived. I proceeded directly to the bar.
I learned a lot that day. Looking back, I would have done a few things differently, but my only regret is not asking out the cute Australian bartender. She seemed to understand. The mystery of the mountains, the encounter with death which brings us a new understanding of life, and most of all, the glory of adventure, in which we conquer not the mountains, or even nature, but our own selves.
skier58284
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Nice. What was the hole your friend fell into? A tree well?
270on420out
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I won't go into much detail, but there is a large community of 11-13 year olds at my home mountain who want to beat me within an inch of my life.
My home hill has a vertical drop of like 550 feet or something like that. It's really small and last year my best friend and I went to Breckenridge for my birthday and it was fucking insane. The park was so nicely set up and a lot bigger than at my home hill. Our advanced terrain park was like there second largest so it was really intimidating. Still hit a few boxes and rails but didn't have the balls for the kickers. On our second day we decided to go to the top of Peak 8 which if you didn't know is home to the highest ski lift in North America. So going from our 550 foot tall hill to a mountain that is 12,300 feet above sea level(I believe) was fucking insane and unimaginable. We got to the top to find out you could hike up another hundred feet or so maybe more maybe less. I'm not quite sure. But regardless the view from up there was so breath taking. We skied a lot of different kinds of terrain on the way down. Moguls, Powder, Groomers, Bowls, etc. It was so surreal. We didn't time the run but at our home hill if we bomb it we can get down in less than or around 45 seconds and it took about 5 minutes to get down. It was the most tiring 5 minutes of my life because I never experienced anything like that and a long run to me at home takes like 1 minute..maybe haha but it was so worth it. Definitely a highlight in my skiing career. There was also about 2 months of post trip depression after going there and coming home to a hill that I could never look at the same way. hahaha
270on420out
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12956097:ECSTASKI said:
They were in the park being douchebags to a lot of the people (Ex. "Hey cool straight air too bad you suck at skiing". "Your outfit is the gayest thing i've ever seen".)
So i called the kids out and told them that jus because they wear saga, and can do a dick-suck-tuck frontflip, doesnt give them the right to spread bad vibes.
Ski patrol came by and kicked them out after the one said to me "I can't wait to beat you to death with my skis"
They all found my instagram and said stuff like "I want to bash your face in next season". To which I replied "Should I tell my mommy what time the play-date is?" They then blew up my insta feed with comments like "See u next season. ur going to get beat". There are about 9 of them.
elm.
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last year on april 20th (4/20), my friend and i were up at whistler for the first time. we were at the very top descending peak to creek and just blew a doobie. i skied switch while he snowboarded. we had a swordfight with my poles for like 20 minutes straight, on the cattrack and it was fuckin epic. felt like we were straight out of an indiana jones movie.
also there was a deep fog at the top and powder. you couldnt see in front of you and it felt like you were flying so we called it purgatory.
also there was a deep fog at the top and powder. you couldnt see in front of you and it felt like you were flying so we called it purgatory.
270on420out
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12957037:MLJ said:
Wasn't in the mood to get kicked out of my home mountain. They are all talk and no talk as well. I have ran into them a couple times in public. All i've gotten was "Hey pussy".
Weeezy
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I've got one
It was early February, my local mountain just received about a foot and a half of snow. I got up as early as I could , I was there for first tracks. The only other person I saw shredding as hard as me, was a girl, possible pinkname? I had to find out. It was not until lunch that I ran into her, it was in the chalet. I approached her, opening my asking about her day. She replied with "unbelievable". She asked if I had a goggle wipe, I reached in my pocket, and pulled out a handfull of spaghetti. I didnt know what to do, i tried again, but spaghetti just started pouring out of my pockets, possible pinkname ran off crying, and I just stood there, in a pile of wet spaghetti
It was early February, my local mountain just received about a foot and a half of snow. I got up as early as I could , I was there for first tracks. The only other person I saw shredding as hard as me, was a girl, possible pinkname? I had to find out. It was not until lunch that I ran into her, it was in the chalet. I approached her, opening my asking about her day. She replied with "unbelievable". She asked if I had a goggle wipe, I reached in my pocket, and pulled out a handfull of spaghetti. I didnt know what to do, i tried again, but spaghetti just started pouring out of my pockets, possible pinkname ran off crying, and I just stood there, in a pile of wet spaghetti
If you find the perfect girl ALWAYS treat her well.
This is a story about a beautiful girl. I loved her, and made sure to take care of her. I used to take her for trips to the backcountry where it would just be us together in nature. It was an awesome bonding experience for us and I thought what we had could last through anything. I remember my parents had a strict rule that she wasn't allowed in my room but I always just ignored it. She loved waking up to me admiring her smooth waxed body. Running my hands down her curves gave me shivers. She was perfect, she was my everything. Sometimes when life was getting too stressful I'd take her out in the woods and just ride her with all my pent up emotion. Always trying to get in as deep as I could. Then come back home exhausted and just pass out with her, feeling so much more relaxed.
Things were going great and I wish nothing had change.
About a year later I was hanging out with another girl on the side, trying to see what was out there. I started going on urban trips with my friends, being out late but just living it up. One day I came home and my girlfriend was waiting in my bedroom to confront me. We didn't even have much of a fight but she made me see how wrong it was for me to just leave her for long periods of time and hang out with my friends and other girls. I was going on an urban session that night so I decided to bring her along. Just me, some friends, and my girl. The area we were hitting was fairly shady but I never really thought that anything bad would happen to us. The spot had this perfect dfd set. Nice clean rails, mellow kink and super low bust factor. We got it all set up and the sesh was on. It must have been 2 or 3 am but we still weren't finished yet. Honestly there isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish we had just packed it up right then and gone home. Moments later, my life would change forever. I recall walking back up the stairs then everything goes blank. The next thing I remember I was lying at the bottom of the stairs, a bloody mess, with my friends yelling my name trying to wake me up. The first thing I did was sit up and look around for my girlfriend. I looked over to my left and noticed that she was in really bad shape. The damage was so awful her face was almost unrecognizable. There was nothing anyone could have done. Her injuries were so severe that by the time I came to she was gone. I remember laying there in shock, unable to scream, unable to cry. It was such a shock and it rocked my world. Part of me blamed myself, I was the one who brought her there. Even now that's still something I'm dealing with/trying to get over. They say time heals all wounds, but that isn't true. Eventually I moved on but I never stopped missing my girl. I like to think that she's watching down on me from heaven, and putting in a good word with the big guy to get me that big pow storm when I'm feeling down. When I hike some of those backcountry lines we used to hit together I tear up a bit and then smile thinking of all the good times we had.
^ A picture of her if anyone wants to see her. She's so beautiful. R.I.P.
This is a story about a beautiful girl. I loved her, and made sure to take care of her. I used to take her for trips to the backcountry where it would just be us together in nature. It was an awesome bonding experience for us and I thought what we had could last through anything. I remember my parents had a strict rule that she wasn't allowed in my room but I always just ignored it. She loved waking up to me admiring her smooth waxed body. Running my hands down her curves gave me shivers. She was perfect, she was my everything. Sometimes when life was getting too stressful I'd take her out in the woods and just ride her with all my pent up emotion. Always trying to get in as deep as I could. Then come back home exhausted and just pass out with her, feeling so much more relaxed.
Things were going great and I wish nothing had change.
About a year later I was hanging out with another girl on the side, trying to see what was out there. I started going on urban trips with my friends, being out late but just living it up. One day I came home and my girlfriend was waiting in my bedroom to confront me. We didn't even have much of a fight but she made me see how wrong it was for me to just leave her for long periods of time and hang out with my friends and other girls. I was going on an urban session that night so I decided to bring her along. Just me, some friends, and my girl. The area we were hitting was fairly shady but I never really thought that anything bad would happen to us. The spot had this perfect dfd set. Nice clean rails, mellow kink and super low bust factor. We got it all set up and the sesh was on. It must have been 2 or 3 am but we still weren't finished yet. Honestly there isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish we had just packed it up right then and gone home. Moments later, my life would change forever. I recall walking back up the stairs then everything goes blank. The next thing I remember I was lying at the bottom of the stairs, a bloody mess, with my friends yelling my name trying to wake me up. The first thing I did was sit up and look around for my girlfriend. I looked over to my left and noticed that she was in really bad shape. The damage was so awful her face was almost unrecognizable. There was nothing anyone could have done. Her injuries were so severe that by the time I came to she was gone. I remember laying there in shock, unable to scream, unable to cry. It was such a shock and it rocked my world. Part of me blamed myself, I was the one who brought her there. Even now that's still something I'm dealing with/trying to get over. They say time heals all wounds, but that isn't true. Eventually I moved on but I never stopped missing my girl. I like to think that she's watching down on me from heaven, and putting in a good word with the big guy to get me that big pow storm when I'm feeling down. When I hike some of those backcountry lines we used to hit together I tear up a bit and then smile thinking of all the good times we had.
^ A picture of her if anyone wants to see her. She's so beautiful. R.I.P.
rockersteez
Member
Got to ski a bunch and didn't break myself - the end
S.J.W
Active member
12956221:Trilliam_A. said:
Just troll the fuck out of them. They haven't even hit puberty yet so it should be easy for you to fuck with them. One day just rock up to your hill with your boys and scare the shit out of them by arking up to them. Ensure all of this encounter is filmed and put onto NS.
MothaHucker
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12954685:m1k3vb said:
Wow that sounds intense, glad you guys all made it out okay but to be honest that was a really stupid move. It sounds like you guys learned your lesson
Steazelweazel
Member
12956221:Trilliam_A. said:
"should i tell my mommy what time the play-dat is" Greatest Comeback EVER
RyCo19
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12956221:Trilliam_A. said:
Better take the test:
http://howmanyfiveyearoldscanyoutakeinafight.com/
Divide by two or three ish for the nine-year-old equivalent.