Shacktivities

When you blow up a shack, you destroy a whole lot more than plywood

That moment when you find the hidden shack, or snow cave, or cleverly constructed pile of branches. PHOTO: Jancsi Hadik

That moment when you find the hidden shack, or snow cave, or cleverly constructed pile of branches. PHOTO: Jancsi Hadik

Editor’s Note: This is the latest installment of The Odds Are Good, a semi-regular column by Heather Hansman about real life stories in the ski world and things like beards, living in shacks, and getting into Canada.

When you show up in a ski town, the shack will be one of the first secrets locals let you in on. One of the guys you meet on the chairlift will say, “Follow me,” and then loop you through narrow trees, and across rutted traverses, and under a rope until you come to the shack. It could be a three-sided pile of branches, barely big enough to stand up in, or it could be two stories tall, complete with a staircase and porches.

Last month, shack culture went prime time when Inside Edition brought a reporter and hidden cameras to Breckenridge to set up a sting on weed-smoking skiers and snowboarders. The whole point of the news special was to show how puffing marijuana at secret smoke shacks makes skiers dumb, less attractive, and worse at riding. One-sided and sensationalist would be apt adjectives to describe the level of “reporting.” I don’t even like Breck or dreadlocks or particularly like weed and I took offense. The dudes they interviewed were unquestionably gapers from Texas or Massachusetts, hyped and mouthy on legal weed and altitude. As a result of the show, Leo’s, a long-standing multi-story shack was blown up. Which is understandable. I don’t think Breck could have turned a blind eye.

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Stuff like blowing up a shack happens, and creativity comes from destruction and high seasonal turnover. But what was upsetting was that the not-very-liberal media reduced shacks and the culture of secret stashes to a few too-stoned-to-function jabronis with really bad facial hair.

Secret stashes, shacks included, are a part of skiing in the same way that early mornings and long drives are. If you are dedicated you will have yours, you’ll know the good ones, and the people to share them with inbounds and out. People who love the mountains cultivated them, probably long before you got there.

And it’s not just shacks. Ski hills are peppered with skier secrets. People have been building shrines to fallen friends and constructing hidden hangouts in the woods since probably forever. At Steamboat, dirty pictures etched into the trees have been there since sheepherders roamed the mountains 100 years ago.

We want to claim mountains and make them ours; localism is a big deal. People hike up hammers and boards in the summer to nail together shacks that will soon become perfect places for safety breaks between powder runs. They build up entire hidden parks of log features to hold a guerrilla contest in the spring. When I go to Aspen, I visit a shrine for the first boy I crushed on in college. After he died skiing in Alaska, friends built a swing and brought parts of his history up to the mountain so he could always be there. A sense of craft and a culture exists in every mountain relic, regardless of what you’re actually doing when you’re there.

So the real letdown is the dismissal, that a properly constructed shack with good intentions was reduced to a few burnout bros. It’s a bummer that Leo’s is gone, but it’ll be replaced. Shack life exists in winter, but it comes from summer, and construction season is ahead.

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  • HouLiFuk

    Well said, Heather. Shacks and other skier/boarder built things on the mountain are a big part of the local culture of each mountain. Something vacationers and mainstream media just doesn’t understand and thinks is taboo. So a few people smoke weed there, they have for ages. But that is not the point. The point is the feeling of going somewhere special that only few know about. To chill with friends, maybe have a smoke, perhaps drink a Dale’s, eat a PB&J, refuel, what have you. These are the things we enjoy as riders, and fvck those who have a problem with it.

    • ChillWillikers

      Too bad Vail would rather you buy a $10 Blue Moon and $14 Cheeseburger in one of their crowded lodges.

  • god

    blow em all to hell, dope smoking hell holes all filled with empty pbr cans and cig butts

    • Bob

      STFU u piece of shit…you were probably one of the gapper fucks they interviewd

    • Chris D

      If you’re so against them then don’t go to them… simple as that.

  • wes

    GREAT article. Glad to see god is doing something to interact with “his people”. I always took you for a pbr kinda guy, god. You probably drink B&J though, eh?

  • Tiny tony

    Some of the best riders out there are from mass..

  • brian h

    Mssr. Fuk calls it out. Regardless if it’s within the boundaries of Megaresortplayland or the last of the local hills, there is always the tribe. Seeking the stash and celebrating the life.

  • Clydicus

    I assume that Breckenridge will be blowing up all of the bars they operate on the mountain next.

  • Aspenmikey

    Great piece Heather…the shrine to John N is a great spot…a great MA skier too!

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