It's a time where the chairlifts slowly stop turning, the rails are put back into storage, the halfpipes are melting, those soaked from attempting pond-skimming are hitch-hiking home, the ticket booths are closing, the free red-bull is missing, and the mountain is closed. It's the time called "The Aftermath". But relax, we all know that The Aftermath is like an "end of the season hangover", but what comes after a hangover besides going to work and not knowing what your doing? Another party. It is time to bust out the surf wax, wake-boards, those brand spankin new trucks for that deck, and you can't forget those plane tickets to New Zealand that those who just can't get away from it all have to buy. So put away those joey gaps and whip out the sunblock! It's time for The Aftermath.

Angela Mercieri