Okay it’s early morning, I am whipped from wanting a fellow doper (yes you know who you are,) I have been drinking but I am not fucking stupidly drunk.
I am watching some stupid as show about skiing…they boast about the fact the the place is located 3,360 feet…MY GOD I live at 6,400+ feet…what’s the big fucking deal?
My favorite ski area has a base of 9,600 feet…what is up with that? The peaks (the bowls) go up to at least 12,000 feet…what a bunch of pussies to talk about 3,600 feet being so freakin high.
God you low landers (sorry those of you that learned to ski on little hills) that’s fucking crap! One of my best friends lives higher than most of you low landers have ever been, full time. Yep, she and her husband and her baby live at at 9,700 feet.
So what’s the big fucking deal with 3,360 feet? It’s not that big fucking deal. I live at 6,400 feet and go up to the mountains (say Pikes Peak) that can tower well over 12,000 feet, ummmm Pikes Peak towers at 14,610 feet.) That’s quit an altitude climb…3,000 feet my ass.
Pardon me, this show, and I apologize for not knowing the name of it, but they made such a big fucking deal of it, like the world only lives at sea level…egads, living at 6,400 feet is not that big of a deal but when people sit there and boast that their ski areas go up to 3,600 feet, I have to fucking laugh.
Flame me, mock me, but know that I find that going from my altitude to about 12,000 is far more a feat than from sea level to 3,600 feet. Wusses.
< gotta roll my eyes, and hard >
Oh and damn it’s Sunday morning and now all there is on is a bunch of fucking religious programing…7:00am, but that’s not my beef.