An organic nitro cold-brew canned coffee company that features a nude skier on their product hosted an all-female all-nude ski event at at Bluebird Backcountry in Colorado. If you haven’t noticed, we are huge fans of the freedom of birthday suit snowsports and think its really cool Wild Barn Coffee shares our enthusiasm. Here’s what they had to say about the event on their socials:
It all started with a WILD idea, what if we did an all womxn naked ski lap like our fearless Nudie Judie?! (You know…the cheeky gal on our cans?)
A short week later, I was standing on the peak of West Bowl, at Bluebird Backcountry, with nothing but my boots, a beacon, and a top shell covering my naked body. Around me, twenty-two other wild women were just as ready to unzip and free the nip. The wind hit the inside of my thighs as a cold gust blew up through my shell. Muffled by the wind I heard my friend, Andrea call out, “Ready to throw your jacket in my bag?” I took a chug from my can of Wild Barn Coffee and handed her my jacket.
Howling at the collective full moon existing above Bluebird Backcountry, you could feel the energy rise as twenty-two untamed and nude powerful women were gathered ready to drop in.
No judgement, no cat calls, no pointing, no shame, just pure bliss and liberation.
The mountains strip off the norms of society leaving you exposed and wholly yourself. The barriers melt away and we’re left standing in a safety net of vulnerable women. Like a pack of wolves with our own body configurations and strengths, our own beauty. Together, out there, we play according to what and who and how we are. We do not try to be what we are not, we do not perform.
Long skinny legs, tattooed backs, floppy skin, pure muscle, chubby bellies, hairy, and hairless bodies, splattered together like paints on a magnificent snowy canvas.
Making our way down the sloshy run together, you could only hear laughter and hollering as we each had our own moments of full frontal freedom. All gathering at the bottom of the run, our bodies were brisk but our spirits lively putting our jackets back on & exclaiming “this is the fucking best!” “Exactly what I needed !” “You girls fucking rock.” The positive comments were endless, dancing around us as the late afternoon wind finally died down and we could take in the epicness of the day.
Cheers, ladies. See you next year.
images from wildbarncoffee facebook