The Exotic Skiing Lifestyle,

[mahatmakanejeeves]

available only to liberal elites such as Monsieur Jean Kerry.

These two truck drivers take their skis with them. Driving a truck pays for the lift tickets and, coincidentally, takes them right past the ski areas.

Badass Brother Truckers

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Meet Kirk and Robb Nordell, long-haul trucking ski bums, and the last of the white-line outlaws.

It's dripping a wet snow in the evergreens north of Spokane, Washington, and the air at the Trego Transportation truck lot is heavy with diesel fumes and moisture. But the 500-horsepower Caterpillar engines are warming up. The running lights on the big rigs are shining with all the possibility of Christmas. And the Nordell brothers are loading their Rossi Bandits into the sleeper cabs of their matching, chili-red Peterbilt classics with nearly three million combined miles on the odometers. They grab their coolers (also matching) full of meat sandwiches built for a week on the road, hug Boo the rottweiler, who will not eat for three days after the brothers motor away on a run, and we tractor off.
The stickers on the passenger-side vent windows read: Earth First: We'll Log the Other Planets Later, Tecnica, Briko, Pow-Mia, Owner-Operator Independent Drivers Association, and Powder To The People. We're going skiing with a payload.
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After dark is good running," Kirk says. It doesn't bother him that the road is packed with polished snow. Even at 50-below Fahrenheit, the tires on a rig this size warm the surface underneath them enough to make it slick as snot on a door handle. But Kirk's an eight-year veteran of Alaska's James Dalton Highway, between Fairbanks and Prudhoe Bay-trucking's extreme proving ground, and a constant adrenaline rush. "Eighteen percent grades at 105,000 pounds, you don't have to do nothin' else," he says.
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As we bottom out in Arco, Idaho, the heater is cranking, the Cat is purring, Pink Floyd is in the CD changer, and the chrome grill punches a hole in the light fog of midnight. "You know," Kirk says, "I set in this truck hours, and hours and hours and I'm skiing in my mind. Practicing my pedal turns."
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[rockymountaindem]

1. I've tried to tell you people...

all about how you can ski for $30 per person even at expensive resorts here in Colorado (transportation and food included!), but nobody will listen. Why? Prolly 'cuz you chumps overpay wherever you go! Leave it to the locals, they'll get ya some good deals.