It was a lovely spring morning in Utah. The sun was shining, temperatures in the valley started in the upper 40’s, a perfect day for being outside in short sleeves.
One of my favorite times to be in the mountains and let my pale flesh soak up much needed rays of sunshine, I wanted to see what content was winning the day on social media for nearby resorts and resorts in general.
So I used the new ranking tool, selected Twitter favorites for the last 7 days and in the #1 spot was…
— Snowbird (@Snowbird) June 11, 2017
And then I scrolled to #3…
— Squaw Alpine (@squawalpine) June 10, 2017
I think the temptation here is to focus just on the fact that skiing is so relevant in May. Why the white stuff is winning versus all the other marvelous things about spring and summer. But I’m going to save that for another day.
Instead, I want to talk about the other thing that was making people excited: the snake.
Whenever I look up at the massive jump line at Snowbasin, I can’t help but ask two questions.
First, where is everybody? In an entire season of watching and waiting, I can count on one hand the number I people I saw hit the biggest jump.
But, second, what if all that snow and time and creativity and money were spent on creating terrain parks for the rest of us. A place where the snow was sculpted to create fun and unique sliding sensations for the people who don’t want to risk life and limb to do so.
Something like, I dunno, a curvy trench of snow formed, coincidentally, by the skiers rather than the resort.
You know how kids going off the sides of jumps is the bane of some riders’ existence? That should be a lesson in what skiers want, not a lesson in crowd control.
A lesson that, like these slushy slaloms, skiers enjoy things that give them a new experience.
We’ve done that for the park rats, maybe it’s time we do that for everyone else as well.
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