Shredded the MidAtlantic (Oh God, the Horror)

While most of the gang was up in VT, I went on a tour of southern PA. Two establishments. First, Seven Springs which is about an hour south of Pittsburgh. And then Whitetail, or as Pukey might remember it, Icetail.

The good: Super warm weather. No jackets. Great goggle tans. Super super mushy mush and no ice! Fun parks, best halfpipe I've ever seen other than out West. Top notch bar at Seven Springs.

The bad: Absolutely everything else. Super short runs. Zero steepness. Literally 1000s of riders that have no idea how to ski or board.

This feeds into something amazing. Because of the complete lack of proskibums, I was able to spot some truly epic style. I'll highlight a few of the finest exemplars:

Jeans, rental board, lift ticket right in the face:

Some ride in jeans. Pros ride in jean shorts:

And frankly, words don't describe this skier. And to be clear. This is a man:

Boloney Descends on White Tail

MLK means an extra day to go boarding. It also means every inbred retard decides it's time to try snow sports. My advice: Don't you suck at life anyway.



Today it was off to White Tail mountain in Southern PA.

The Good:
1000ft vert

Fan guns that made sick fake powder


The Bad:
THERE WAS NO BAR

Verdict: