This is my goodbye to those of you I haven't seen in a few years, this summer or got to personally say goodbye to today. I'm out of here at 6am tomorrow for what could be 20+ years away from PC. I know all of you knew I tried to stick up for y'all when I felt I could, and I know some of you knew I gave out the scholding when I felt it necessary but I've always had the belief that everyone could enjoy the snow no matter what the item is on your feet. I taught myself to ski up on palmer in a rainstorm in september when I was 17 and never thought I would work my way into the position I ended at. I was never the best person on the hill but always had an idea of how something could be tweaked to make it better. So, after a good 10 year run on sticks, over 7 years of being on snow over a hundred days a year, 4 and a half years at park city and being the only skier to ever hit the features at the mountain lab on skis (pontoons) (just poking that in there since I was told not to 2 years ago ;) ), I'm going to be moving to the desert oasis very few people know of called Las Vegas. I'll be looking to build up my trophy truck and work on some good desert races as well as a few good enduro bike pulls every year. I'll be around PC a few weekends a season to escape and relive the times I could actually crash on a hundred footer and walk away from it or knock my ankles against a log under the pow and smile about it without losing the ability to walk. So, this is turning into a longer post than I thought but...
As a parting gift of advice, and one I posted every year ;) if you get into arguments with resort personnel or on the interwebs, instead of acting like an uneducated 10 year old and swearing up and down, calm down and don't swear, don't yell and politely get your point across. the few times I had to deal with someone that was polite during a patrol confrontation, it was easy to explain to management and get everything settled. When the argument was just all swearing, it was almost fruitless to defend for you guys...
For those of you I never met, good luck and cheers. For those I met in passing, sorry I couldn't remember your name and good luck. For those I had the fortune of being able to deal with often It was fun, over the good times and the bad times, and many cheers for helping out regardless of how big or small.
I might still come back to build a few events, but we will see how vacation time is doled out a little closer to that point.
Thanks again everyone, it's been interesting to see newschoolers.com grow in the seven years since I found the site, and it will be interesting to see where all of you guys end up in the years ahead.
Detective Greenly: These guys are miles away by now, but if you want to beat your head against a wall, then here's what you're looking for: they're scared, like two little bunny rabbits. Anything in a uniform or flashing blue lights is gonna spook 'em, OK? So the only thing we can do is put a potato on a string and drag it through South Boston, "Thanks for coming out!"
Murphy: You'd probably have better luck with beer.
Connor: aye, you would.