From the publishers of Inlander:
Ripped from the majestic waters below, my eyes refocus on the parking lot. A small group sits around drinking cold beers. Sparks flicker up from their makeshift fire. I imagine they’re all talking about the day’s session.
I begin to wonder why I’m doling out crinkled dollars for tall cans when I could be sitting in the gateway lot drinking beers with the outlaws, hollering at the sun while the moon makes its way onstage.
To read Inlander’s feature on the ins and outs of RV skiing, click here.