A day at the beach…not a normal beach but the warm summer ski slopes of Snowbird Resort sure feels like the beach. People in tank tops, shorts, costumes, jerseys, and thin ski gear populate the tram deck, and scream down slopes. Melted snow patches dictate runs, lines and airs, forming pseudo couloir that are really just narrow strips of snow that are disappearing fast. Little ribbons of snow that connect some patches only last hours before turning into muddy, rocky gaps between snow. The mountain remains adventurous.
Its such a great time of year to be skiing, tons of locals hanging out, shredding, drinking beer, having barbeques everywhere, employees at the bottom of mineral basin cooking it up for there friends, patrollers cooking it up at the top of the tram, and friends with grills in the parking lot…
definitely a day at the beach!
Snowbird Ski resort, lots of snow, some dirt.
Ward and I enjoying the sun on the tram deck.
Top of the world!
tank tops, shorts, funny shirts… yes its the beach.
Jamie Pierre and I enjoy a cool one on the top.
wish i was there!
You honestly have got to be the coolest mother fucker I have ever known. I’ve been keeping track of you over the years. Missed you a few times in Aspen–the Jerome–and thought I saw you at some Shadow concert in Vegas or Phoenix years ago, but it wasn’t you. I’m really pissed because I’ve been intending to do a little cyber squatting and force you to purchase your website name from me, but now I see that you’ve finally done one. You’re skiing, I’m in an office . . . fuck it all . . . especially the art shit. But if our paths ever cross, man.