In Telluride the chairlifts are rather unique. I think that they have a lot of character. You never know when lift 7 is just going to fall over or when the chair is going to come un-glued from the cable, but somehow it’s still kicking after all these years. Lift 9 is slow and long and cold, but forever a classic and an old friend. Lift 4 is more up on the times and a place where you can meet people from Texas. Anyway, here is a fun video outlining what is most likely swirling through that noggin of yours as you sit on a chairlift. These thoughts are by no means specific to Telluride chairlifts, but that is where the video takes place and personally I can relate to the scattered thoughts a little more by this connection.
sketchy lift 7
Hey Charlie,
Can you repost this video? EMI took it down and I realy want to share it with my other ski buddies…
Sorry Jessica,
EMI is a giant music company and they pulled the video probably because they own the music in it. So that video no longer exists on the Interwebs.
Tell your ski buddies to say out loud whatever it is that they think of on chairlifts and they will know exactly what that video was like. After all, chairlift thoughts are inherently all the same for everyone
Thanks Chuckles!
And I am so much better than that guy, that guy and that guy goes through my head all the time on the lift
My #1 thought is… !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!AHHHH stop side slipping the whole fricken chute! or AHHHHHH stop side slipping down to the edge of the cliff, some of us would like a little snow left on top.
I just merge with the beautiful surrounding …nothing else matters.
All I think about on a chairlift is what I’m going to schralp next. Or whether I have enough time to spark a bowl. That’s about it. Isn’t that the point? Maybe I’m missing something…but I don’t think so…
“Thats the gayest turn i’ve ever seen on skis” goes through my head a lot.
That was a dope video though. Noticed I said video and not edit.
Because ‘gay’ = lame, right anon coward? Actually, when I ski, I make the gayest turns ever seen on skis, because I’m gay. And in the process, I generally leave all the jaded local bros more concerned with their next rent check from dad or apres ski PBR in the dust.