Ode to Squaw’s Final Weekend: One Last Beer from the Keg
Many of us have been to parties consisting of a keg, a tall stack of red plastic cups and a couple bowls of potato chips. As the evening comes to an end, the hosts turn down the lights, make a few strategic yawns and subtly suggest that the last guests leave their house. Realizing their efforts are unsuccessful, the hosts give up and go to bed. At this point, there are usually a handful of guys, the “stragglers,” standing in the dark, right next to the keg, plastic red cups in their hand, pouring each other a final beer or two from the tap. These last stragglers are the most entertaining at the party. The conversation among the stragglers is loud, obnoxious and occasionally profound. The stragglers never want the party to end. Eventually, the stragglers realize that the party is over and it’s time to go home.
Most of us that will be at Squaw this weekend are “stragglers.” We’ve never been good at acknowledging that the party is over and we refuse to believe that Squaw’s season has come to an abrupt end. Our whooping and hollering on the mountain this weekend will be a little louder than conditions warrant. After the lifts stops spinning on Sunday, we won’t immediately go home. You can find us at Chammy telling everyone how rad we skied this season.
Enjoy that final beer from the keg. See you at opening day next year.