One Suite to Rule Them All
After a chilly morning of deer hunting, Frank decided to do a little schushing. The forward lean assures you of his utter confidence and clench-jawed determination.
Under the Radar
After Susie's experience getting lost in Winter Park last Christmas Holiday the Neidlemeir Family decided to take measures.
Ski Boarding is Legit!
Ok, true story. This guy was in the tram line, he had a curly mullet under that helmet, snowblades are not allowed on the summit.
One guy tells him this as we skied into line and I scrambled for my camera. He doesn't believe him. After a car and a half wait a patroller walks over and says,
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you can't bring those up to the summit."
Mullet Man says, "Really!? But I can do stuff on these things that you wouldn't even believe!"
Patroller, "I don't doubt that, but I can't let you on the tram."
Ski Boarder leaves the rest of the tram line loses their shit.
So I'd like to invite some comment here. What do y'all think are some of the things he can do on those that we wouldn't even believe?
Treky
I don't even know where to start. Maybe on Romulus.
Denim Dan
If you can't do it in jeans it ain't fuckin' American.
The Powers of Neon.
My guess is that when this person got off the lift he was promptly spotted by patrol and escorted off the mountain without skiing.
Or when this person got off the lift he was promptly spotted by a female patroller who was seduced by the hypnotic properties of neon. Whereupon she deposited said gaper beside her to take him back to her place for a really bright time.
A world without snowboarders
Silver Mountain, Spud State. Boarders don't like the traverse.
Banana Camel Toe
Fabulous form, stunning suit; or maybe it's the other way around.
In One Shot Even!?!?!
Oh snap! No you ditnt! Snowblades and Bigfeet!?!?
Miami Spice
How many ya think she's got in her front yard?
Which came first?
survey: did he get the hat to match the coat or the coat to match the hat? See the survey to the top right --->>Patriot
Ya know when you're taking your skis off and your 3-foot-long red, white and blue dreadlocks get stuck in between 'em? God, that's a pain.
