Give me the bird.
WINTER 26/27
Give me the bird.
WINTER 26/27
not easy. worth it.
"Give me the bird" is about wanting a mountain with more. It's a community of like-minded skiers and snowboarders who not only acknowledge, 'sure, there are easier places,' but rebel against that thought. It's for those who don't accept shorter runs, dozens of green circles, less powder & more groomers. It's for those who will hike for powder stashes, wake up early after a storm and spend hours fine-tuning their gear. For those who are seeking to both watch and become a legend, there is Snowbird.
I wouldn't call it a hobby.
More like a sickness I'm not interested in curing.
there's a reason you keep coming back.
It's the chance to ski a Cirque lap in untouched pow, ace the choke between that one rock and the chute wall, hit that cliff, nail your trick on the wave or bring style to the wiggle. It's the thought that you'll get that 18" bluebird day or find leftovers off Gad 2. It's that you might have the best day ever, and if not, you'll still have a pretty damn good day. Embrace your addiction.
Give me the bird.
DINs tight. screws loose.
Maybe it's the anticipation of the next run or the fact that you just descended 3,000 feet alongside a steep ridgeline in a whirlybird, but your stomach dropping isn't a bad thing. It just comes with fully committing–to the line, to your vacation, to the upgrades. So, celebrate that birthday you had this year or that you successfully put on pants yesterday and book Powderbird for a day, or a 2-day, 3-night trip, or why not a 3-day, 4-night trip. Whatever your heart desires.
This might be the start of a troubling obsession.
I saw the snow totals
before the weatherman did.
you don't need an alarm on powder days.
Some say they know the next storm is approaching in their heart; others in their knees. A sure way to know if it snowed is to look outside the window when you're staying slopeside. Then, after a day on the mountain, give those knees a well-earned break in the hot tub. They’ve earned it.
the status "legend" is waiting.
Day 1: you start figuring out your way around. Day 2: you'll find a fun side-hit or tree run. Eventually, you make it to the top of the leaderboard, but only for a day max; you'll never beat Steffi in the long run. Then, when you're here season after season and decade after decade, they start to tell stories about you. You get your name on a coffee cup at the Forklift, a hidden plaque in the trees, and even a run (if you're around for 100 years). You'll collect pins and rack up stats, but most importantly, you'll gather the stories you'll tell to kids, grandkids and unsuspecting grocery store baggers.
So what are you waiting for,
Give me the bird.
