When your body can’t take the huckfest known as Squaw Valley any longer – you go to the West Shore of Lake Tahoe and cool out for a day.  Easy climbs, perfect powder, and consistent pitch right back to your car make the West Shore a haven for pathetic, aging freeriders.  On any given day, you’ll see a number of these washed up pros claiming to still be “ripping it”.  But really they are tired, broken old men hanging onto false memories of proposed radness.  Hence, the West Shore lost pros club.  I’m currently vying for club entry.  This video proves it.

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