Not to get all high-and-mighty (just high, please), but I mostly love gapers. I love seeing them hacking their way down the mountain, big smiles on their faces or just that look that says "this is the envelope I'm pushing," even though their moving at 5mph. I love watching guys my age hitting snow gun jumps like 10 yearolds, exchanging high fives for their sick mini-daffies and meaning it. This is what our sport is all about--stoke.
The only sort of gaper I don't like are the folks who don't belong in the backcountry. We saw some dude doing laps on our local pass the other day, while his wife shuttled him in their Excusion with Cali plates. The guy was having fun on his snowboard, which was cool, but he was riding a 35 degree pitch that killed two people a few years ago. Upon our warning, he took no notice. That bothers me.
Gape on!
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