Your Ski Pass, Yourself
Welcome to ski world, where privilege meets orthopedics. WRITTEN & ILLUSTRATED by PETER MOORE, SPECIAL TO THE COLORADO SUN
I love working for the Colorado Sun, the Centennial State’s best answer to the perennial question: Who the hell is actually reporting the news, these days? The Sun is, to the tune of 23 million page-views last year. Fortunately they’re not all about news. Otherwise, there’d be no accounting for my ridiculous contributions in their pages. As the ski season heats up…or chills out…or freezes over…or whatever the hell it does, I felt the need to clarify what ski passes are saying about the skiers who buy them. Schuss down below for the expert-slope analysis. (Full disclosure: I’m an IKON guy!) Those of you who aren’t skiers, or don’t give a damn about Colorado, can look forward to next week, when my post will be flake-free.
THE CONTINENTAL DIVIDE used to be a geological thing. Now, it’s personal. And that’s evident even on the slopes, where Epic, Ikon, Mountain Collective and Indy Pass divide the skiable acres into so many gated communities.
Scan the psychographic profiles below to ensure that you’ll ride and shred with your preferred peeps. Sure, the ski passes are spendy. But it’s just like snorting cocaine. After a while, you don’t even notice how expensive it is.
The Epic Pass
The Ikon Pass
The Mountain Collective Pass
The Indy Pass
Or no pass at all
Buy now, ski later! ‘24-’25 pass deadlines are fast approaching! And that climate-change thing is over now. Isn’t it?
“Skiing is better than sex actually, because for me a good round of sex might be seven minutes. Skiing you can do for seven hours.” —Spalding Gray
Tired of waiting in lift lines? Hit the Road2Elsewhere, instead! Plenty of terrain for beginners, intermediates, experts, and lodge lushes.
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Or you could just buy me a hot cocoa. Skiers love that stuff! Especially with Kahlúa in it. Actually, skip the coffee, and just buy me a Kahlúa.
Many thanks for joining me here on the slippery slope to fun.
