Sunday, March 23, 2008 -- Mc Henry, MD
Wisp Easter Bunny Jam
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[Easter Egg Hunt Photos]
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"Hunting" Easter Eggs:
Wisp's Lori Epp and her assistant had quite a job on their hands. Having no idea how to predict the turnout of children three to twelve years-old, they guessed that maybe 120 hidden plastic eggs would do the job.
The eggs were packed with sweets and prizes (including one egg containing
a 2008-09 season pass!) and the job of spreading them out in the grass and
trees just in front of the main lodge was complete. That, in itself, was quite
a task. Now it was just 30 minutes until one o'clock and the official start.
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Ten minutes to go and the crowd is growing. With five minutes to go it seemed children and their parents or chaperones were coming from every direction!
Lori did a masterful job of getting the two swelling groups of eager children organized and set. Promptly at one the signal was given to start the "hunt".
As expected the mild chaos soon turned to full blown pandemonium. In no time at all the eggs disappeared from their obvious and some times not too obvious hiding places. The children's baskets, buckets, bags, or simply jacket pockets swelled with their Easter bounty.
Here's hoping that everyone enjoyed themselves and no one went
home empty basketed. And kudos to Lori and Wisp Resort for
pulling off the event. I'm sure they learned a lot from the
experience and will prepare even more Easter treasures for the
children next year.
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Easter Bunny Jam:
Trying to organize hordes of little kids is quite a task but I'm not sure organizing a group of young teenage freestyle (and free spirited) snowboarders and skiers is any easier. Herding cats is probably just as easy.
The scheduled start of one o'clock was obviously going to be postponed. But thanks to the hard work of Wisp's terrain park manager, Brian Shaw, and his park crew, along with Adam DeWitt and his Wisp Outdoors event staff, things would be ready to start without too much delay.
The rail jam format was simple enough, just spend an hour doing run
after run down through the terrain park. You were limited to "rail"
features so just launching off the big jumps wasn't going to help you.
But getting a little air off the end of a picnic table, a slanted
log, or a large corrugated pipe was certainly encouraged.
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The skiers and boarders were suppose to take turns showing off their skills on all the park's features in a nice orderly fashion, one rider at a time. This protocol proved impossible to strictly enforce and often times the park had boarders and skiers throughout in the midst of rail slides, 360's, grabs, and all assortment of tricks.
Regardless, everyone was having fun as they gave props to their fellow competitors whenever an impressive stunt was thrown down (or when one went very wrong.) Meanwhile the judges did their best to sort out some scores.
In the end I'm not so sure these "competitors" really cared too much
about who was going to be declared "first". When it was over and the
scores were tabulated they certainly accepted their prizes. But when
they were handed the goods there wasn't much excitement. It was almost as
if they just wanted to get this "awards" part over with so they could
get back out for more time in the park. I think some little league
parents could learn a few things from these "punks".
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For the 14 and Over Boarders the top three awards went to Josh Zerkel, Cody Beach, and Bryce Taylor, respectively. I asked the sixteen year-old Zerkel if he wanted to give any props on his win. He responded with a shout-out to his friends seated around him. "To my boy Cooper, and my boy Zach, and the Corys of both colors," he bemused, smiling the whole time while getting encouragement and laughs from his pals.
And finally it was the top three Skier awards going to Nick Fiorini, Brandon Farmer, and Malachi Artice, respectively. As with the others I gave the sixteen year-old Firoini a chance to brag after besting his buddies. So I asked, "Anybody you'd like to give props to for your win?" He thought for just a moment and then quietly replied, "My dad."
Punks indeed.