Slush Cup - The End of Season Ski Party @ Sunshine Village



Photo courtesy of Sunshine Village

Over 34ft of snow
200 days of riding

And one Slush Cup I won’t forget
Thank you Sunshine Village for another amazing season!

Yes, that IS the Messiah, Jesus H. Christ, attempting to reach Slush Cup glory.
He's trying new marketing method's to reach the masses.

And no, he couldn't walk on water.

Slush Cuppers hurtled down a 60ft slope before launching themselves off a ramp, to effortlessly skim across the ice pond to the other side. Easy!

65 Slush Cuppers braved the braying crowd in an attempt to attain the coveted Slush Cup!
Few made it, most failed, and lots of beer was drunk.

An amazing end of season ski party to see off the 2011/12 season in style.

After seeing men in manikins, the ultimate Canadian Tuxedo and more crotch on the ski hill than I care to think about, I can honestly say Slush Cup is a right of passage for any Banff backpacker.

For now,
Jones

The end of season ski party to end all ski parties!

Certain events signify the end of the winter season in the Rockies. Bike trails open up, BBQ’s are fired up and everyone comes out of hiding after months of minus 30 degrees.

But there is one big, badass and downright bodacious Banff tradition that signifies the close of 7 months of epic pow….

The closing parties to end all closing parties…

The infamous Sunshine Village Slush Cup!

Let me paint you a picture. A bikini clad Aussie strapped into his snowboard, atop a 40ft. ski hill with a 20ft pond of ice water below. A bad combination? We think not!

See video for a fine example!

This Monday May 21st will see brave Slush Cup skiers and boarders face one objective - to speed down the ski hill, skim across the icy water and victoriously reach the other side of the pond….without falling in. Easy!

However, few manage to earn the glorious title and bragging rights of reaching the other side and most dent their pride in front of a few thousand larey boarders and skiers there to cheer/jeer them on!

Slush Cuppers are judged on distance, air, costumes and most importantly, calibre of their belly flop.

Coupled with live music from BC/DC and copious amounts of sophisticated vodka beverages (and by that I mean Palm Bay’s out of a can), there are no prizes for guessing where you will find me this Victoria Day long weekend.

Party on Wayne.

For now,

Jones x