SKIERS KNOW THE SOUND. IT'S LIKE AN ice scraper cutting through the glaze on a windshield, only it gets louder and louder, and it is accompanied by the whoops and wails of the truly possessed. Upon hearing it, the smart skier moves off to the side of the trail. He or she knows that an avalanche of snowboarders is coming.
Once, not so long ago, schussers and shredders were the Hatfields and McCoys, the sheepherders and cattle ranchers, of the slopes. Separated by age, fashion, etiquette, lingo and per capita income, the skier and the snowboarder rode up the mountain together...
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