Two drunk bears, one BIG mountain....
Recently Ted and I scammed our way into
getting some passes at Whistler mountain. Whistler is actually
two different beasts. First there is the mountain, she is a heart
stopping beautiful mistress. Then there's Whi$tler Village, which
is a greedy abusive, dangerously expensive whore. It's a simple fact
of life that only criminals can afford to be in Whi$tler. Whether
it's tax evasion, drug dealing, insider trading, or coupon
counterfeiting, something's up. Unless of course you're living the
scrunge life of an employee. Working your ass off and doing what needs
to be done to live in a closet and get a seasons pass.
Luckily our cousin is just one of those suckers.
He's working as a snowboard valet at the Roundhouse. It's an ok
job, pay sucks, but at least it gets him up the hill.
Crashing with the Cuz was great, and we managed to
clip a couple passes and found ourselves on top of the world. Of course
with any ski trip the object of the game is to get as high as you
possibly can. So it was we giggled with delight when we were lucky
enough to have one of the first Peak chairs of the season.
"Stay high and go down" Bob like's to
say, yup, Bob likes the bottomless powder.
And how's that for some home town pride,
chuck out the trash and you'll find someone donated a Wadya
'Merican sticker for the cause.
And they say crime doesn't pay.
May all your turns be fresh - Bob & Ted