Off The Hill: Cold August nights in Breckenridge
Off The Hill
What day is it? What month is it? August. Oh … the summer haze, the malaise.
The August column is here, which means the month is almost over, and you know what that means: September. Can’t wait. I love September maybe the most, maybe because summer is over, and you can mention the season of fall without some summer lover falling out of their hammock.
I know, I know, it is not cool to dislike summer, especially up here where we have so little of it. I should appreciate it more. I don’t know — I just suck at it. It sounds ridiculous, but really, I just bide my time and try to get by until the air gets cold, the ground freezes and the flakes fly. After all these years, I’m still just counting down days until winter descends upon the land.
My summer job is to make it to winter. This summer, I shot a number of videos in and around Summit showcasing the fun to be had that you can check out at the On the Hill’s Vimeo page: I went rafting down the Upper C with Nate Dogggg and the Butcher, I did some camping, some skate coverage, some cliff jumping at Big Kahuna and even went out to learn how to ride a mountain bike. They were all incredibly fun endeavors with great people whom I could write about, but … as the mornings and nights get cold, I can only think of the approaching season.
Over the years, I have had some crazy jobs to get through the four months that constitute summer. I mean, crazy-random employment — from carnival worker to cashier to contributing writer. I once built a pergola in San Diego with my buddy, Abe. I painted railings and remodeled apartments for a property management company in Tahoe. In Hawaii, I power-washed a house while fending off bees with the sprayer standing 40 feet up a ladder. I was an aquatic fabrics engineer (towel boy) at the Grand Timber. I worked one day as a busser at a taco restaurant in Tivoli, New York. I worked a few days at a mini-donut establishment. I helped build a deck in the Highlands with my bud, Cory. I was a bouncer for a night and unknowingly asked the co-owner of the establishment to see her ID. I’ve cooked, I’ve catered.
Sometimes it sucks, but, like I said, I’ve catered. I’ve catered my whole life to this — this snowboard thing. Ugh … sounds stupid when it’s summer. So, if the work grind is getting to you, remember that the season will be here fast. Let’s call it, oh, about 50 days out.
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