Were you a turgid sack of disaster all day?
Did you even brush your teeth or shower?
Weve all been there.
The nausea, the relentless headache, the existential questionings about your life…
If theres one place you would see yourself spending those dreadful hours, where would it be?
Our evening arrival at Beer Lodge was an exciting way to kick things off.
Snow was falling, friends were drinking,Big Green Eggbarbecues were lit, the party was on.
And by the unmistakable smell of the Lodge, there had already been several parties here with this crew.
Lucas Wachs was there too, and unfortunately also nursing some crippling neck pains.
Lucas has some awesome stuff in the works though and we will have an interview with him dropping shortly.
So we went on to crack some beers and get the tour of the Lodge.
As I approach my mid-thirties, hangovers just hit differently and they keep getting worse.
Idaho had had a rough start to the season, like most places in North America.
Our first turns through the untouched terrain pivoted everybodys energy levels.
Nothing else mattered and the stoke was back to being through the roof.
We had that terrain all to ourselves and nobody ever had to ski through anothers tracks.
Fresh lines fucking everywhere.
Most people stick to hot dogs for a tailgate, but forget the status quo with these guys.
The 10 Barrel crew treated us to the real deal.
It just doesnt feel like real life - it is absolutely a vibe.
So do yourself a favor and never stop drinking beer outside.
