Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column produced under a flickering fluorescent fixture.
The light in our corner is dimmed, emitting an eerie essence of autumn’s shadows in the run-up to Oct. 31, a holiday with roots in European pagan tradition.
Gazing into the dying light in the ceiling, we assure our colleagues that we’ve never experienced photosensitive epilepsy.
The mysterious chemicals dancing above like a dull disco strobe illuminate a flashback to earlier days in the flatlands, where we’d often wonder through dark rooms with flashing lights.
In the mid-90s, we stood in line at an arcade to play Sega Ski Super G ” a sensational ski simulator costing more than a dollar per play. Gripping the static ski handles, we’d swing our hips as the guy on the screen bounced over perilous cliffs with enchanting grace.
The virtual reality attraction dazzled the young and old. It was more popular than air hockey ” even blacklight air hockey.
Now we understand the virtual snow carving experience can be realized in your living room at the price of a five-day lift ticket. Shaun White Snowboarding: Road Trip for the Wii gives users an adrenaline-splashed ride with a little exercise, too.
We haven’t tried the Balance Board, or even the Wii, but perhaps these gizmos will suffice for the obese adolescents in Oklahoma, who dream of shredding the gnar and shedding some weight.
Perhaps if one day they find themselves atop the Imperial Express SuperChair in Breckenridge, peering perilously upon the powdery slopes, they’ll be prepared.
Speaking of Breckenridge, we’ve made some powdery turns there on a handful of runs as late as August. The resort was mapped on Amped 2, an X-Box game released in 2003.
The obstacles were a bit more intense, and it’s the only place we’ve managed to boardslide a lift cable before back-flipping to a curving rail, hopping off for a tail grab and stomping the landing.
What a gas.
Alas, all this fantasizing through electronic renderings ” with their unlimited speeds and anti-gravity gyrations ” is nothing more than a flash in the flickering white tube.
We close our eyes and the flickering fluorescence turns to precipitation: We’re knee-deep above a sharp grade where the sky opens for a dive into winter merriment.
It’s Thursday, and we’re out looking for light bulbs and snow boots.
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