Hey everybody. This is Kirk Kaufmann writing from Mt. Hood. This is my first time every blogging so I’ll try not to blow it. First of all, I work as a digger at High Cascade Snowboard Camp. I’m in my second year of digging, and let me tell you, its probably one of the best jobs a boarder could have. Sure we don’t get paid squat, but I really can’t see myself doing anything else but snowboarding all summer.
So I thought I’d write about the daily routine of being a digger. Our mornings start off at 7 a.m. with breakfast. We pack our lunches, head into the digger bus (AKA satans limo), and start the slow drive up to Timberline. The bus tops out at a whopping 15 mph going up hill, so it takes us usually about 2 hours to get to the hill. Just kidding, but seriously. Once we get to Timeberline, all the diggers gear up and get ready for the long chair ride up the palmer lift. Most of the time the lift rides consist of watching YouTube videos on someone’s iPhone, or making fun of all the ski racers and there questionable antics.
So once we get to our high cascade park, everyone grabs rakes, salt, and start to get the park ready for campers. My job in the morning is to prep our main rail line. Everybody usually gets done with morning rake around 10 a.m.. So from 10 till 12 we get to snowboard. But if the weather is anything like today, we spend most of the time sitting real hard-like.
Once noon hits, everyone rakes and salts the whole park, including the new 22 foot super pipe which is probably the worst invention every created for a digger. Raking that thing sucks. If you want to experience it for yourself, come dig to ride and give it a try. Actually don’t, you’ll probably just blow it and we’ll have to rake it twice. After raking the pipe, we usually eat lunch and heckle people that are snowboarding. If you do ride in front of the digger zone, you will get yelled at. So be prepared.
We pretty much wrap up the end of the day at around 3. Take all the banners down and rake the pipe if necessary. Everyday is ended with manditory backflips out of the pipe. Can’t think of a better way to end the day. Everyone boards back down to the bus, and heads down to the vortex of a town which is Government Camp.
Well my fingers hurt. Adios for now, and thanks for reading.