Let Me Start by Saying—We’re All Family Out Here
I’ve always ridden with both skiers and snowboarders. We’re a family. A posse. A mountain mob that rips together, waits at the lift, and argues over who’s buying après beers. It’s never been about war—it’s been about stoke.
But somehow… that old “snowboarders are reckless” narrative? Still kickin’—especially from the backseat of my shuttle.
Overheard in the Shuttle: Exhibit A in the Ongoing Whine-Fest
I drive a mountain shuttle part-time. And let me tell you, the things I overhear?
“Oh, we don’t go to that mountain—it’s full of snowboarders.”
Yeah? And your face is full of judgment….
Every time, I wanna turn around and say:
“I’m a snowboarder. And I don’t want your attitude around either.”
If you can’t handle sharing a chairlift with someone who doesn’t wear matching Gore-Tex and walk like C-3PO, maybe Alta or Deer Valley’s more your vibe. Out here? We shred. We fist bump strangers. We don’t ask for permission to send it.
Clown School Dropouts and the Entitlement Olympics
You wanna talk dangerous?
I just watched you heel-toe your way to the shuttle, juggling skis like a clown who flunked out of clown school. Meanwhile, in the lift line, you’re swinging your skis like Gandalf casting spells. Chill, wizard.
Truth is, the biggest hazard on the hill isn’t some kid on a board—it’s entitlement.
Let’s Be Honest—Your Skis Are Snowboards Now Anyway
That gear you’re rocking? Yeah, your skis—they’re shaped like snowboards. Rockered like snowboards. Built to float, carve, and even ride switch… like snowboards.
So let’s stop pretending this is 1994 and you’re still scared of the sideways stance. We’re not that different. Deep down, you know it.
It’s Not That Deep, Bro. It’s a Powder Day
This ain’t politics. This isn’t a moral crisis.
It’s snow. Cold, magical, fleeting snow.
We’re here to ride it—not gatekeep it.
And if you’re still haunted by that snowboarder who cut you off in 2003, maybe it’s time to let that trauma go. The rest of us did. Right after that third lap through waist-deep pow.
The Real Ones Know: It’s About the Crew
All my best mountain days? Mixed crew.
Skiers. Boarders. One guy on snowblades (we let it slide—he brought snacks).
We ride hard. We wait for each other. We celebrate the day with tacos, beers and wipeout stories. Nobody’s yelling, “Get off my lawn” from the summit—we’re too busy living.
Final Thought: Ride What You Want, But Be Cool
You don’t like snowboarders? That’s fine.
Go ski Alta. Match your outfit. Wax poetic about “how it used to be.”
Just don’t expect the rest of us to care.
We’re here for the turns, the laughter, the connection.
Same mountain. Same snow. Same stoke.
Let’s kill the noise. Ride together. Respect each other. And keep the good vibes rollin’.
Tell me what you think…
Been on both sides of the ski vs. snowboard fence? Drop your funniest skier-boarder moment in the comments or tag me on IG with #dwatadventures. Let’s hear your stories from the chairlift trenches.