Yesterday was a split second decision to head over to Beaver Crotch. I don’t think I could have asked for a better day. The sun was shining, the crowds were minimal, and high society was scarred for life.
I really love going to Beaver Creek. Its always fun to scare the piss out of people with lots of money whether you’re screaming Iron Savior songs or just ripping past them at mach 10 speeds. The best is the looks you get when you’re dragging your board through the village on its edge and not even carrying.
People over there are seriously a different breed. I don’t know if its stupidity or the abundance of money that lets people act that way. They seem to flip the fuck out if you get near them, ride faster than them, or jump off something bigger than them. God I love taking low class to them.
If you’ve never been to the Beave I recommend it. Especially since you get to ride an Escalator to the chair lift. Thats always fun.