Yeah, so this is me. Or my feet, anyway. And that line where the snow stops and you see trees? Yeah, that’s a nice steep dropoff. This is essentially my second time on a snowboard, and somehow I found myself on the wrong ski lift, headed for the black diamonds. Lucky me, eh? Fuckers apparently don’t put any indication on their lifts, as to what awaits you at the top.
I knew enough NOT to get on the lift called “The Wall.” Especially since they had this sign posted at the entry point.
And for your enjoyment, here is the song I was listening to while peering over the edge. To be honest, this was the best possible music to listen to in this situation. I got down the mountain under my own power, and with a minimum of bruised pride.