To elaborate;

Growing up, I was surrounded by snowboarders. It was the cool, new thing to do. My high school sent three busloads of kids up to the mountain every Saturday in winter, and there were less than a dozen skiers in total.

And all those boarders thought they were the coolest thing since sliced bread. They'd put on their outrageously oversized coats and pants and go down runs they couldn't handle. And being unable to carve down the black diamonds, they'd instead slide straight down, scraping off the precious powder. At the bottom, I suspect, they'd congratulate themselves for making it down such a steep run.

Or they'd go and hang around the terrain park, which wasn't nearly as bad since then they weren't in the way. But there'd be clumps of them scattered across the jumps like sheep. The stupider of them, and there were many, would sit down on the hill beneath a jump, oblivious to the danger of a person coming off the jump and hitting them. Or they'd sit around in clumps on the mountain side, clogging it up and making it more difficult for people who actually wanted to go down the run instead of paying $40 to sit snow and talk.

Though that craze has died down a bit, there remain those who snowboard because its cool, marveling at their own awesomeness as they scrape sideways down a mountain, robbing me of the precious powder.

That's why I bear a grudge. As for what mountain, google "Banked Slalom". It is the first result.

And the boards - I just don't want to see it while I'm on the mountain. It's crass and rips the majesty of the mountainous environment away. Are snowboarders so ruled by their...hormones...they can't go a half day without looking at scantily clad women?

CR