Star-date log: December 30th, 2011. 4:30am This post was originally going to be about the amazing snowboarding day I had with OSC, but I instead this is about the utterly creepy and exhausting journey to the mountain through West Virginian terrain. A text from @timages woke me up. I stumbled out of bed in a half-drunken stupor, wearing the same clothes that I had on from the bar 2 hours before.  Although I felt like a mosquito stuck on the inside of an elephant’s ass-cheeks, there was nothing that could stop me from what we had planned for the day. I trekked down to Woodbridge to meet up with the other 3 members of the Original Shredding Crew (official name still pending). We hastily packed the SUV with all of the equipment needed to enjoy a day away from the city: snowboards, Cheez-Its, Trail Mix, and a 24 pack of water. By 7am, we were on the road and on the way to Snowshoe Mountain. By 9:30am, we finally entered West Virginian territory. The rumors about this state are all true. It was like driving through a different country all together. I didn’t even have signal on my phone, and you know what? I don’t blame Sprint for not having towers there. I wouldn’t want to build anything in that area either. The journey through these backwoods was eerie, and because of our wild imaginations, slightly terrifying. Besides driving on narrow roads that curve like spaghetti thrown onto a plate, we encountered some of the craziest things that you don’t expect to see on a normal Friday morning. We saw countless abandoned shacks/decrepit barns that looked like people could have either been slaughtered or raped (or both) in. Some “houses”, and I use that term loosely, that we passed looked like they gave scrap wood to children and told them to “build whatever comes to mind.” We also saw some ponds that looked suspiciously green, like…zombie-toxin contaminated green. But that’s a whole different story. We also hit a rest stop to see a breathtaking view of the surrounding mountains, but that was ruined when we saw a truck drive by hauling a dead black bear with half of its body hanging out the back, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. We could only assume it was hunted and killed a few hours before. And let’s not mention the very “Saw”-like bathroom with its one toilet-no mirror-no sink combo and instead of a normal toilet bowl, you’re pissing into a hole in the bottom of the floor that looked like a dungeon underneath. Could there be bodies down there? We thought about it, but we didn’t want to stay long enough to know first-hand.  Then there were the really random things like: discolored farm animals head stones and graveyards in the middle of the woods a lone llama towns with 7 buildings, but no humans in sight We took some major detours on the way back from Snowshoe, and the towns we drove through looked extra creepy at night. There was one straight road that went for miles with a dense pack of trees on each side, resembling a path that the dead walk down for eternity. It didn’t help that we talked about the “Slender Man” from Marble Hornets suddenly appearing through the trees, then into our car… I blame it on lack of sleep and delirium.  Anyways, we finally got to Harrisonburg and to a Waffle House! Civilization! We ate more than our fill and forgot all about the independent country called West Virginia. 

Star-date log: December 30th, 2011. 4:30am

This post was originally going to be about the amazing snowboarding day I had with OSC, but I instead this is about the utterly creepy and exhausting journey to the mountain through West Virginian terrain.

A text from @timages woke me up. I stumbled out of bed in a half-drunken stupor, wearing the same clothes that I had on from the bar 2 hours before.  Although I felt like a mosquito stuck on the inside of an elephant’s ass-cheeks, there was nothing that could stop me from what we had planned for the day.

I trekked down to Woodbridge to meet up with the other 3 members of the Original Shredding Crew (official name still pending). We hastily packed the SUV with all of the equipment needed to enjoy a day away from the city: snowboards, Cheez-Its, Trail Mix, and a 24 pack of water. By 7am, we were on the road and on the way to Snowshoe Mountain.

By 9:30am, we finally entered West Virginian territory. The rumors about this state are all true. It was like driving through a different country all together. I didn’t even have signal on my phone, and you know what? I don’t blame Sprint for not having towers there. I wouldn’t want to build anything in that area either. The journey through these backwoods was eerie, and because of our wild imaginations, slightly terrifying. Besides driving on narrow roads that curve like spaghetti thrown onto a plate, we encountered some of the craziest things that you don’t expect to see on a normal Friday morning.

We saw countless abandoned shacks/decrepit barns that looked like people could have either been slaughtered or raped (or both) in. Some “houses”, and I use that term loosely, that we passed looked like they gave scrap wood to children and told them to “build whatever comes to mind.” We also saw some ponds that looked suspiciously green, like…zombie-toxin contaminated green. But that’s a whole different story.

We also hit a rest stop to see a breathtaking view of the surrounding mountains, but that was ruined when we saw a truck drive by hauling a dead black bear with half of its body hanging out the back, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. We could only assume it was hunted and killed a few hours before. And let’s not mention the very “Saw”-like bathroom with its one toilet-no mirror-no sink combo and instead of a normal toilet bowl, you’re pissing into a hole in the bottom of the floor that looked like a dungeon underneath. Could there be bodies down there? We thought about it, but we didn’t want to stay long enough to know first-hand. 

Then there were the really random things like:

  • discolored farm animals
  • head stones and graveyards in the middle of the woods
  • a lone llama
  • towns with 7 buildings, but no humans in sight

We took some major detours on the way back from Snowshoe, and the towns we drove through looked extra creepy at night. There was one straight road that went for miles with a dense pack of trees on each side, resembling a path that the dead walk down for eternity. It didn’t help that we talked about the “Slender Man” from Marble Hornets suddenly appearing through the trees, then into our car… I blame it on lack of sleep and delirium. 

Anyways, we finally got to Harrisonburg and to a Waffle House! Civilization! We ate more than our fill and forgot all about the independent country called West Virginia. 

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