I love Devil’s Head. It’s the snowboarding equivalent of an old, tetanus riddled, metal jungle gym. Run by carnies and littered with overfed, pasty-faced drunks with swords strapped to their feet, this place remains one of the last great lines to that kind of true-grit American fun you could only get in the strychnine-laced 1970′s. [...]
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