With Thanksgiving break quickly approaching, I am becoming far more jealous of friends going home to shred than I thought I would be. As of right now, I'd undoubtably give my left boob to go snowboarding. Riding the lift up the mountain, talking with my brother and sister, then cruising back down the mountain while trying my hardest to float effortlessly atop the white powder is something I think about all the time. I miss the pristine peaks, the mellow moods and the group of people simply enjoying the outside.
Case in point: What made me write this blog was a poaching video I watched from Burton. Poaching is where snowboarders go to ski only resorts and lay down the law. There are a few skiers only mountains around, but many are slowly making the change to accepting snowboarding. Why this rule has existed for resorts to only allow skiers, I do not know. In my opinion, it's a bunch of old yuppies set in their ways of the world revolving around their gas guzzling SUVs, corporate meetings and golf schedules. Really, it's no different from racism or sexism. I know a few people who have courageously taken their snowboards to some of these mountains, but after the ban broke of only allowing skiers. Although they were allowed to ride the mountain, they still were treated like unwelcome guests. Skiers would throw things at the boarders and these so called veterans to the mountains would even spit on the people snowboarding. They [skiers] think we [snowboarders] are a joke and they are the classy ones.... Think again.
We should all be able to ride whatever want down the mountain. Two skis, two poles vs. one board. Who cares?
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