What’s your favorite memory of going up last chair with some friends and either going to a hut or somewhere in the woods?
This is one of my favorite things to do.
One memory that sticks out was a time in vail where we met up with a large group and hung out in the woods just before dark, had some beers and a bunch of laughs and then charged down the mtn kinda buzzed and totally relaxed, with kind of a giddy breaking the law feeling.
I enjoy the comrade, the hootin and hollering and bullshitting about skiing. Stretching the day out for the final last run is so fun.
**This thread was edited on Dec 18th 2018 at 8:45:57pm