Killington understands the perils of addiction. They get that fanatics must be weened off slowly. They know that it can be very dangerous for the afflicted to be forced into things other than snow sliding. In order to provide proper treatment, the fine folk at The Beast began making snow in October building a bulletproof base. They continued to blow on the Superstar run whenever temps were low enough, and this created a glorious glacier. This one run is the east coast's salvation. It's 2016 and The King Of Spring kept it going until May 29th.
This tale begins with a strung out samoan and a gung-ho giant. They hadn't ridden snow for three weeks and were positively rabid. They traveled from NYC for their fix only listening to Bring Me A Higher Love. Such excitement for that white good good. The lift was walk on walk off only with equipment to be held with arms like peasants. This gave the samoan recurring nightmare flashbacks. That dream that all snow crazies have, where everyone has their equipment except but you. "I LOST MY BOARD!" the samoan would scream before she remembered that it was in her lap. This new way of lift riding took some time getting used to.
It was 80 degrees, and after a couple of hours the summit coverage wasted away, exposing all the rocks. Only the wild childs and knee surgery veterans continued the top pounding. Everyone else had a nice little hike down to the powder field.
The middle was next to morph into a tasty mudslide. It soon became a minefield of slate slabs which can be difficult to turn on - better just point it and go! There was impressive grass skiing done by pink and purple pants. the samoan wore full snow gear refusing to acknowledge winter's end. She managed to stay a healthy temperature of 207 degrees all day with her Muslim garb. The day was fanditiliastic - frothing of the mouth and chills subsided. Phew.
With Sunday came the return of mad yuri. He had been given a vintage snow stick (1989 Burton Free6 160) to ride for the occasion. This classic came from mr. nemesis of vintage snowboard trader. 1989 also gave the world the Gameboy, The Simpsons, Lethal Weapon 2, Ghostbusters 2, Back to the Future 2, and the public service commercial where the government showed you breakfast and said "This is your brain. This is drugs. This is your brain on drugs. Any questions?" More Breakfast!
Where were we? Ah, yes.... The warm temps during the night had the celebrated glacier melting like the wicked witch. Many enjoyed long walks on the slope in between the snow patches.
The lift was free and it was a party. Can't Stop - won't stop. Yearnin' and burnin'. The ridiculousness of it all just made it better.
As expected, thangs got dirty especially on the last run of the mud gauntlet. the samoan went down, slippin like a freudian - played herself like an accordion. doom.
It was a perfect Memorial Day Weekend for the maniac freaks. Beasties for life Killington!
PS - thanks to our snow angel Kelsey.