All
of my blog posts so far this season have been rants and moans about
anything and everything, so I thought I'd inject some positivity and
change it up a little. Apologies in advance if that makes this blog
post a little shit.
I
thought I'd go for an A-Z of seasons. 26 or so points about living in
the mountains for 6 months of the year. At time of writing I've
still nothing for 'Z' so 26 might be a little optimistic.
'A'
is for Après (and Avalanches)
If
you're not hitting après after each and every riding session, then
you're doing it wrong. Trust me, there is something special about
stumbling home in the small hours, ski boots skill on, skis over your
shoulder, knowing that you're going to be in work in a couple of
hours.
Do it properly... |
Avalanches.
We had a saying about them a couple of years back... “There is
nothing to fear, but fear itself. That and avalanches!”. Nuff
said.
'B'
is for Boarders
They
reckon they're the coolest on the mountain and they've probably got a
point. Most likely to be found chucking themselves off rock faces or
over trees. If not, then you'll find them in the pub, telling
anybody who'll listen about their latest attempt at a 'proper gnarly
backside 540 over the top wind-lip' (trust me, they actually do speak
like that). They are also the most likely not to make it through the
entire season due to self inflicted injuries.
'C'
is for Chairlifts
You
have to get on them if you want to get anywhere in resort that
doesn't involve a shitty button lift. They start off with some fancy
auto-scanner that will pick up your lift-pass and allow you to
progress to the next level. Chances are it won't scan it and you'll
spend 5 minutes furiously rubbing your pocket against the thing in an
attempt to get passage. In the end you'll give up and climb over it.
Then
you'll get to stand in the gates waiting for them to open and allow
you through to the actual seats. Imagine the start of a horse race,
but with bigger men and a distinct lack of horses. Once you've been
let through, you will will stand in a position to allow the seats to
scoop you up and take you on your journey to the fairy land above the
clouds.
If
you're lucky, your chairlift will have been built within the past 15
years and it'll be a nice transition between standing and sitting.
Chances are you won't be lucky and the thing will come round at the
speed of a thousand gazelles and clean out the back of your legs like
an old granny whacking you on the back of your legs with her walking
stick.
You'll then have a nice pleasant
journey up the mountain (unless it's pissing it down with snow and
then you'll end up looking like the abominable snowman when you get
off the thing.
The bit in the middle can be quite nice... |
Then
comes the disembarking stage. Rule #1 – DON'T TRUST ANYBODY.
Chances are you'll be sat next to a boarder or a learner and their
sole reason for existence (in the next 20 seconds) is to clean you
out and make sure the lift stops because you've ended up upside down
in the safety net.
It
happens, folks. Stay safe.
'D'
is for Dinner
Dinner
will come in one of several formats – leftover food from your
dinner service with the guests. Leftover food from kids dinner
(usually home homely stuff because, y'know kids don't like fuss).
Some form of sandwich or wrap (grated cheese, ham, and lettuce being
a personal favourite). Cereal. Or, if you've been on the mountain
all day – a chocolate bar on the last lift before hitting après.
'E'
is for Earnings
If
you are savvy, you will finish the season with the same amount of
money as you started it with. Your wages and (if you're lucky enough
to get them) tips will cover you, but bare in mind that a pint in the
Alps probably costs the same as one in London (even with seasonaire
discount) so you're probably better off drinking at home.
Also,
cake. Cake is a fantastic way of reducing your expenditure. Take
leftover cake into the ski shop and they might knock a bit of your
next ski wax. Take it into the bar and they might give you a couple
of free shots when you're next on the piss. Take it to your boss and
he might let you off that disgusting hangover you rocked into work
with yesterday.
'F'
is for Fucking
It
happens. A lot. In the literal sense (as well being fucked over by
the guests and bosses), which is both surprising and not at the same
time. On the one hand you have a bunch of 20 something chucked
together into a close knit environment for 6 months – what do you
expect to happen?! Especially as everybody tends to get fitter over
the course of the season. But at the same time, pretty much
everybody shares their room with at least one other, has a shitty
single bed and works the most unsociable hours known. Turns out
people come up with some brilliant solutions to make sure their
wanton desires are fulfilled.
'G'
is for G.N.A.R
Or
the 'Game of G.N.A.R' if you want to be specific. There's a video
about it and everything. If you haven't seen it, you can watch it
here.
Basically it's all about doing the daftest and most ridiculous of
things on the mountain, but at the end of the day having fun. And if
you want to have a good season – take G.N.A.R to heart!
'H'
is for 'Hiking'
If
you're serious about your riding, this is what you need to do. Strap
your board/ skis to your back, look at the nearest face with lines on
(or not, your choice) and decide that the best use of your time for
the next couple of hours is to hike up there, exposed to the
elements, with a sheer drop on either side and with rapidly thinning
air. You'll be blowing out of your arse by the time you get to the
drop in and your legs will be screaming at you, but those lines will
be the most rewarding of the season... You'll get to the bottom and
wonder why you doubted yourself on the hike.
It always looks less when you start off.. |
Hiking
is what truly brings the mountain alive.
'I'
is for Ice
Skiers
can just about tolerate it, boarders detest it with a passion and
both can agree that face planting the piste, because of a bit of ice,
hurts like hell. It usually turns up just when you least want it,
causes you to pray to a higher deity and then ensures that your board
pants turn a nice shade of brown.
It's
also the thing that you're most likely to have run out of when
somebody comes in and orders 15 fucking gin & tonics.
J
is for 'Jumps'
This
can range from little ones that you start off with, right through to
those huge kickers that you see on the latest ski film. Most of the
time if you are going to do a jump you plan it, however they -can
occur when riding – especially when off-piste or riding through
slush at the end of the season (you will take off more times that you
will care for when hitting clumps of slush).
K
is for 'Kickers'
No,
not those shitty shoes that your parents bought you when you were at
primary school, but rather big wedges of snow that your throw
yourself off. They range from little ones that you build with a
shovel, through to massive kickers that the professionals build with
piste-bashers..
Just
remember, if you're going to build one yourself, don't put it on a
flat landing. That shit'll hurt!!
L
is for 'Lifties'
Heroes
of the mountain. These are the folks that get up before everybody
else, go and blow up the unsafe off-piste, open the lifts and
generally make sure everything for the season.
They've
also been known to give people lifts back between resorts, in the
back of pick-up trucks, in the worst driving conditions, professing
that they are in fact Sebastien Loeb, whilst drifting the thing round
corners. I can personally vouch for this happening!!
M
is for 'Mountains'
This
is where you live. For 6 months of the year. What isn't there to
like about that?! You're healthier due to living at altitude (though
you are likely to negate that with beer, shots and cake), you have
one hell of a commute to work and you have a complete playground at
your doorstep.
If
you ever start feeling homesick, put 'England' on by The National –
sounds even better when sat on your balcony watching the world
trickle by.
How would you get bored of a view like that?! |
That's
it for this blog post – Part 2 will be up in a few days time.
However, right now there is a party in the Trailer Park that I MUST
attend. Plus I figured you wouldn't want to read all 26 in one
sitting. That's like having too much of a good thing in one go.
Till
next time.
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