A dump of snow followed by blue skies brought out enough to make some decent liftlines Friday. I had almost made it to the ticket scanning turn-style when two young snowboarder dudes blasted in and slid under the ropes like they were coming into second base, cutting in front of me and 150 others.
My nomadic existence has kept me from patrolling this year, but I didn't want to let this one go.
I rapped on their boards and told them there is a line. "Don't worry about it" they snarled. "I am worrying about it" I replied raising my voice. I put my poles over my head and started clanging them yelling "these two right here--- line cutters!" Soon the whole mass of people were clanging poles and yelling, and a lifty had to come remove the ingrates.
Everyone cheered and returned to enjoying the day.