Ricky has the full report on rickyfederau.blogspot.com already.
The hut was busy and another group wrote a trip report too. They neglected to mention the incident and so I did. They took it down, so here it is again.
"You didn’t tell us about Sunday night, Louie. Please, allow me.
To start, the Waddington Hut has a voluntary registration system. There were 14 people registered to stay last weekend and around 30 at the hut. If you plan to go, register here - http://www.ubc-voc.com/wiki/VOC_hut_registration. You don’t have to, but you should. It helps everyone to plan and know what to expect.
On Sunday night, 29 of us listened to Kyle Miller drone on and on and on about himself as we tried to go to sleep. Never before have I met such an obnoxious, self-absorbed jackass in the backcountry. (Go to the hill! You’ll fit right in.) The quintessential FIGJAM (Fuck, I’m good. Just ask me), a BIG DEAL. He’s got a website:
“The “Where is Kyle Miller??” Project is a backcountry initiative dedicated to the exploration of new lines and dramatic descents in the Pacific Northwest and beyond.”
You call it a
project, an initiative. I call it
a weekend. Whatever. I doubt this is the first time Kyle has
referred to himself in the third person.
To start, the Waddington Hut has a voluntary registration system. There were 14 people registered to stay last weekend and around 30 at the hut. If you plan to go, register here - http://www.ubc-voc.com/wiki/VOC_hut_registration. You don’t have to, but you should. It helps everyone to plan and know what to expect.
On Sunday night, 29 of us listened to Kyle Miller drone on and on and on about himself as we tried to go to sleep. Never before have I met such an obnoxious, self-absorbed jackass in the backcountry. (Go to the hill! You’ll fit right in.) The quintessential FIGJAM (Fuck, I’m good. Just ask me), a BIG DEAL. He’s got a website:
“The “Where is Kyle Miller??” Project is a backcountry initiative dedicated to the exploration of new lines and dramatic descents in the Pacific Northwest and beyond.”
Anyways, eventually even Kyle gets tired of listening to himself talk and we all go to sleep. For an hour.
Then Louie gets sick. He throws up. On himself, on a few other people. He looks like he’s going to do it again and he doesn’t move. Someone says ‘Dude, you gotta get out of here’ and he wanders downstairs, leaving behind a loft packed tight with groggy skiers and a big mess. It’s mostly box wine.
Most of Louie’s party disowns him, since they ‘all only met a few days ago’. And they start making excuses - like ‘Well, he skied all day’. Um, like we didn’t. That’s kind of what people go to huts for. We just didn’t get drunk on box wine. Louie doesn’t come back upstairs. Those puked on start cleaning themselves up, until KYLE TO THE RESCUE! To be sure, Kyle helps, but he won’t stop fucking talking about how great he is for helping while he’s helping. He also memorably says ‘Look, we’ve all been here before’. We have? Nope. I guess that’s how the pros are different from the everyman. Eventually, someone asks him to shut up and just go back to bed.
Louie won’t talk to anyone the next morning. No clean up. No apology. He just pretends it never happened. Like in this trip report.
Communal huts don’t work unless everyone acts as if they’re part of the community.
Check your egos at the door."
For the record, Louie has since apologized. It happens that huts can be busy and people get sick. No one is pissed about that.
I'm just bringing everyone back down to earth, where the mountains are big, the people are small, we forget about the rat race, and just have a good time. You'll be a better skier for it, and (much more importantly) a better person.
