Saterday started as a normal preseason day.. crew of over 30 kids , 2 lifts, a couple haggard scraped off trails. me and curtis spun through the 3 ft jibs twice then decided to go in and hope theyd actually setup something for sunday. i didnt have any edges so it was pretty lame lapping ice , so we headed down to my car in front and pulled out an eigth of shrooms that had been saved for a special occsion. Someone working tickets could apprently see into the car from above while we were dividing them , came down and knocked on the window and told us to eat them somewhere else.
By 10:45 we started walking up a steep trail and ended up over at south ridge . We both still just felt weird and kept walking towards this new staircase sitting far away in the tall grass , took a break and chilled on it for a while waching the sky. An hour passed and we had had made it back around to the lodge. As soon as we entered barker we were both fully tripping, the lodge was moving as fast and intense as a city and its only us in the middle, and alll of a sudden the objective hits us and theres no option but to go skiing, none. too many kids trying to talk to us everywhere, everyone is looking at us, who are all these people? no choice but to ignore them, probably just seemed like we were being assholes, but its different world at this point and conversation was not about to take place. we got our boots on as fast as possible.
We never once considered skiing on shrooms, except that it would be a bad idea but we had to now. Coity, in the bright orange suit, our faces hidden, putting my goggles on was undescribable, both of us walking through deep sand and hay with our skis on as we approached the lift, looking up to see a giant black chair streching over up over the peak. i thought riding the lift was the most incredible thing id ever done.. until we pushed off onto the snow at the top that cannot be desribed, the trees and hut caked with frozen white, everything glowing from the afternoon sun. The trip reached its peak as we bombed through the blinding snowguns and bumps feeling on top of everything, feet moving as 1 board, the trail moving by like Imax.. we both agreed that a normally shitty dy of skiing had turned out to be something amazing.
spinning down into a trail of white , ice and bumps , gapers blurring by , nothing mattering but style letting your mind go. I felt strongly tanner must of had the same experience with probably lsd when he changed his life towards backcountry, I understood it so completely at the time in a way not possible before, I could session the nano jibs fine at that point,but i could not see why, when I had a mountain
Another kid in an orange suit confused me and we were seperated in the unknown confusion of the trip for a while. Nothing making sense at all, no idea how I knew how to ski,, nothing telling why I was skiing. Alone now, my only objective was to rip the most natural terrain with the most style. For a while i explorered down closed strails, popping and spinning over small streams and through roots and leaves, forgetting about skiing, my mind had reached a depth of thought that I had never come close to.
i felt more clear and safe skiing in a trip then skiing real blunted.. but I wouldnt hit full size park features either it wouldnti be a good idea. If you ever have the chance to have this experience it will be something you will never forget, it has nothing to do with drugs and being fucked up. i imagine it would be far more incredible on a mountain with actual trails and real snow
i saw skiing completely differently that day and I'll never completely forget it. the sight of 50 kids in the brighest outerwear on wooden boards centered around a tiny piece of metal seemed like the most ridiculous thing possible
I questioned jibbing for the first time, curtis questioned his orange suit. If you havent taken shrooms before this story wont mean much, but I feel like i can handle anything now after that, nothing else could be more ill. I dont think i could do this for a long time but I do know that one day I will eat a full eigth for my final time and ski the deepest, most remote pow in the heart of the mountains and for that 5 hours finally understand eveirything
