As much as I tell myself and others that I am an East Coaster ’til death, this trip truly tested my patience. The East Coast certainly wasn’t different, I was different, and I adapted differently. They say the West Coast spoils you and it’s true — long gone were the memories of a powder day being the best 6 inches I ever had (That’s what she said.) That said, it was amazing and humbling to reconnect with those living on the East Coast and loving every second of it. And most importantly, I survived multiple nights in a Honda Fit with no sleeping bag, AND made it to the top of Massachusett’s highest peak. All in a week’s work, really.
7:45 am: I take my leave for the East Coast, I am positioned between two chubby versions of Wille Nelson on the plane. I suspect they are brothers. Their pudge makes for a nice pillow on the way home.
4:11 pm: Land in Boston and get a voicemail from marketing at Butternut emphasizing excitement for positive coverage on Butternut. Come on man, what you think this is? Yobeat?
4:16 pm: I step of the plane to hear the purest Boston accent I’ve heard in years. The inner Terry Dactyl forces me to literally hug the airport employee. Better get outta here before I get a boner and TSA finds me.
11:45 am: Arrive at Butternut three hours later than I intend, luckily I still have enough time to hit every trail at this place before close. The mountain is still owned by one family and has $25 dollar lift tickets on the weekdays. It was heaven to me growing up, and it feels like heaven today. Talking prime East Coast spring conditions.
11:50 am: I get a 100 on the park pass test!
11:55 am: I mention to some locals that I am with Yobeat. Several kids secretly text their friends about a “big-time” Yobeat filmer. I fail to mention to them how much I suck at using a GoPro.
12-4 pm: WE BOARD OUR BRAINS OUT MASSACHUSETTS STYLE.
4:15 pm: That dude has his helmet on backwards.