I think snowboarders are the funniest people to watch because when they catch an edge while trying to stop they and they ALWAYS fall on their face. Also most of the time they try to act so cool ,when most off the time they just look like idiots because there sweaters are covered in snow ,which means they fall all the time. They usually don’t know what the heck they are doing and just happens they think they are so cool there they decide to wear jeans which are freezing cold and get stiff.
The Thing that makes me laugh the most about snowboarder is when they are stuck on a flat cat track and they have to stop and take of one of their bindings and have to walk until a hill. Or they have to start hoping and they look like an idiot. Also I some times feel bad for the skier when they have to drag them with their pole and the border is basically just getting a free ride. Witch they shouldn’t.
I some times wounder why people even bother to snow board. With all the walking and u cant even to many tricks. Also they cant even go down moguls. LIKE WHATS THE POINT. Thats my optional of snowboarding please comment or give me some tips to improve. 🙂
I am at Manning Park Ski Resort for the Christmas Break. It is snowing heavily and the fog is hanging in the air. We just arrived and were putting on our skis right beside the chair lift. The lift is at least 30 years old with rusty cables and creaking metal chairs. I have to be honest, I am a little scared.It’s not the kind of chair that you want to trust your life with.
I get in the line up and notice that when people try to get on the chair it is whipping around like a bullet. People are falling all over the place and being knocked down by the speeding metal traps. I am next, the gate jerks open. I hustle to take my place. I see the chair blasting around and brace myself for the oncoming impact. A terrible chill runs up my cold,stiff body. My legs are taken out from underneath me as I loose my balance and feel the hard metal ride over my back like a herd of wild bison.
I open my eyes to see the bearded liftie softly chuckling at my expense along with many people in the line up. Not only was my back aching terribly but my pride was too. I finally collect myself and quickley scamper off to the lodge. I was only going to do one run anyway I thought, as I slowly sipped my whipped hot chocolate.
I wake up from my deep sleep to 1 foot of new powder, a sunny day and an awaited epic few hours with my buddies. I slowly crawl out of bed to the smell of eggs benny and tasty glass of fresh orange juice my mom has so neatly laid out for me. I sit down to the delicious meal and almost inhale it in under five minutes. My mom and brother must already be out, considering I don’t hear them. Eagerly I race to get my stuff on to go and enjoy the day. Once ready, I call up some of my friends,who are probably already ripping it up. I tell them to meet me up at the bottom of the Ridge Rocket.
I finally make it down to were we are supposed to meet. The line up to get on the chair is surprising small considering the stellar day. I don’t seem to see them so instead of waiting I decide to do a run. As I am going up the chair, trying to look for them I can barley see from the sun shooting like lasers into my eyes. Once I get off the comfy but cold chair, I choose to ski under the chair in hopes of seeing my buddies. Also no one skis there so there will be untracked snow.
I shred up the new snow like a piece of cake. Waiting for the perfect jump so I can do my new 520 trick I learned last weekend. There it is about 100 yards in front of me. It is the perfect jump, just the right size too, about 3 feet tall and 2 feet wide. I get ready for impact, ready to launch myself to maximum height. Just like that I am air born soaring though the air trying to spin myself one and a half times. I land on the ground backwards, I cautiously whip my head around to see what my fate is A HUGE ROCK!!! I swerve to the right as hard as I can, trying to get away from the monster. But Luckily it only gets a piece of my shoulder.
I hear a yell ” Oh my god that was awesome, do it again” all my friends scream on the chair above me. I look up and there they are why am I not surprised of course there would see me at my most embarrassing moment.
“I will meet you guys at the bottom” I yell from the ground. Quickly I get up and race down the hill, enjoying this wicked day.
So, first off, stop reading if you have any desire to visit Silver Star because you will not want to know what I have to say!! Also don’t read this if you have ever enjoyed any of the runs, snow or even the people there because you will probably get offended. Don’t even think of going there or even looking at any of their adds in magazines. You WILL now know the truth after you are finished reading this.
I was kind of thinking why Silver Star’s catch phrase is “My Mountain” because you would think that the place would be legendary like Revelstoke with its high peaks and wicked terrain, not just some piece of crap mole hill. I would say that their little village area looks more like my grandma’s old folks home than an actual ski resort. And at least Big White is not so cheap they have to make their own snow, like come on if you have to make your own snow I think that’s a sign, the snow gods don’t like you!!
I mean, I know the same guy owns Big White and Silver Star but I think its kind of obvious which mountain he prefers. Considering that Big White has way more chairs, runs, shops, condos and way more things to do like Tube, Ice climb, Skate, and even dog sled! I mean I don’t even think he has a place at Silver Star. I honestly think he is ashamed of Silver Star.
I hope you took what I said into consideration, and why you should not waste your money on buying a worthless day pass there.