This will be on-going.  Here are some pics from the first day:

This was something we passed on the way through the West Virginia Turnpike.  It' was either some strange boat or a UFO.


This guy was insane.  The interstate has 45mph speed warnings for half the corners and 7% grades for several miles.  This guy didn't care.  He was averaging about 70.


I was a little nervous passing him.


This shot is looking up the mountain from our window.  You can't really see much from here but it was nice to be that close to the slopes.


Another shot from our room, looking down the mountain.  Once you walk out to the slopes and strap in you can make it to 3 different lifts so it's pretty easy to get wherever you want to go.


This is just a random01 slope over at the Snowshoe area.  You can see some of the small rollers that were all over the place.  Those are a lot of fun because you just float over them at speed.


This is Shane, for those of you who don't know who I'm talking about.


Me, cheesin'


I think this was the Powdermonkey lift.  There were a lot of fun trail over here, but it sucked that it wasn't a high-speed lift.


These are my feet.  I use them for lots of things.

More...

This is part of one of the many mountain bike trails that crisscross the mountain.


There were a bunch of jumps, wallrides and bridges out in the trees but you couldn't see them in the pictures.


Another random lift shot.  I was trying to be cool and had a pretty good high-speed crash on this run.  I got snow in my butt.


Are we there yet?


I'm not sure what this face is all about, but I want my goddamn glove back.


One of the trails had a switchback in it.  I went through it really fast and Shane followed right behind me.


The difference was that my edge held, and Shane's didn't.


So Shane crashed through a fence ass-first and only got saved from rolling down a hill full of stumps and rocks because the tips of his board caught the wooden posts.


A shot from the top of Snowshoe, looking down at the lake.  It's like a mini-Lake Tahoe.


Same picture as the last, but slightly to the right.

Few more...

This is another picture looking down at the lake, because it's pretty.


A small cliff under one of the lifts.  I always wondered if people ride off this when there's enough snow.  I wouldn't.


A bunch of mountains, some girl that looks like she needs to pee, and Shane pulling a Where's Waldo in the lower right corner.


Riding the RallyBus back to our condo after a day at Snowshoe.  These bus drivers don't fuck around.

What kind of vessel is under that tarp?

Upon first sighting I told Shane it was probably the world's largest cereal bowl being delivered to Shaq.

I would have said a small yacht, but it has some big bumpers by the look of it.

It's Godzilla's head.

I don't see a single bike in those pics. YOU'RE A PHONY!!!!!

I dind't see a single Zandr when we went out biking the other night either. 

More pics from Shane's camera...

Some of the hotels at the top of the Ballhooter lift.  I wonder what idiot is in charge of naming lifts and runs at ski resorts?  The names are always so dumb I feel like an idiot saying them.


This is part of the Snowshoe Village.  There are a bunch of nice bars, night clubs, restaurants and hotels over here.


One of the trail maps.  Of all the animals we saw this week, none of them were snowshoe rabbits.  "Small mouse-looking thing running across the snow Mountain Resort" just doesn't sound as good, I guess.


This is what it's like to be Shane.  It's so real I'll bet your ass is getting cold.


Me looking impatient because my ass IS cold and I'm ready to get going.  In the background is one of the single greatest inventions in the history of human civilization: the high-speed detachable ski lift.


Pictures never really convey how steep everything looks.  I think Shane was trying to get some perspective of the grade of the slope in this shot.


No, I am not that fat.  I have my gloves in my front pocket. 


See those people on the right side of this picture, standing in the middle of the slope and getting in the way?  If I owned a resort I'd have a mortar team at the peak whose job it was to shell these fuckers.


More hills.  I'm running out of interesting things to say about some of these.


When I was little my grandparents had 2 Newfoundlands named Benji and Cyrus.  I used to ride them like horses.  They drooled a lot.


This is back over at the Silver Creek area, where we stayed.  To the left and right are black diamond runs.  Not black diamond runs like Paoli has.  If you don't know what you're doing on these you're going to get hurt.


We took the run on the left first, then the one on the right.  I was out of breath like I'd just run a marathon by the time I got to the bottom.


There's a deer in this picture but it's impossible to see so I'm not even going to bother explaining where it is.


Me in my natural habitat.  I really need to live somewhere with mountains.

Shane's camera makes my head hurt.

Those buildings is leanin', bro! Perhaps it had too much Drank?

By the way, I ripped a wicked deuce into your toilet. I'm not flushing it until moments before you get back so it aerates the entire Frostcrag Spire compound with millions of tiny shit particles. Also, I threw your guitar through the TV and used your new monitor as a dinner plate for a Hot Pocket. Sparks don't make them better apparently. Damn. Anyway, sorry brah.

A few more from today...

This run was a boardercross course with 2 sets of banked turns and a bunch of jumps.  It was a lot of fun but for some reason the lift that serviced it closed early.


Shane attempted a rail and failed.  He got a nice knot on his left knee as a reward.


After this I decided not to try it.


A picture of our room.  Notice the wet snowboard leaning against the circuit breaker.


This is what we've been doing when we aren't snowboarding.  Sitting around in shitty clothes and drinking.


This is our bitchin' entertainment center.  Also on the floor you'll see how neatly organized everything is.  It smells like feet in here.  Feet and farts.


The kitchenette.  We haven't really used it, except for the fridge.


This bathroom has seen things I wouldn't wish on anyone.  That's what happens when your diet consists of Red Bull, beer, power bars and granola bars.

I have added CAPTIONS!

Also, bonus video:

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High quality version: right click, save as (30MB)

The first clip is me attempting to film Shane gingerly riding through the top of the boardercross course.  I'm shaking like a leaf due to a combination of dehydration, malnutrition and adrenaline.

The second and third clips both start with me riding by then Shane following.  This was the bottom of the boardercross course where it empties out into another trail.

The last part is an on-board with me on the run from our condo to the lift.  Nothing crazy but I got going pretty fast.

Shane's fingering that camera like it's his 12 year old sister.  Nathan, you use it like a 35 year old man with a GHB'd co-ed in your hotel room in New Orleans during Mardi Gras.  I'm pissed that you have enough time on your hands to post up and caption the romantic pictures you and Shane are cataloging.  Are these going in that scrap-book for that Chinese baby you guys are going to adopt so that you can solidify your "union"?  Get to fucking snowboarding, fag.

We called it a day at 7PM yesterday, and shortly after it started pouring rain.  THAT is why I had time to add captions.  We did more snowboarding in 3 days than you've done in your life. 

I misread, thought this was a VW trip 

Heh, not quite.  However, Shane shot some dashcam footage of Highway 219 on our way back today, and it would be an excellent place for a group drive.  I'm working on splicing the footage together and speeding it up to non-SUV speeds now.