John B. Allen (MrBallen)

And Massachusetts is not known for its rugged mountain peaks.

And so there's really nowhere to go snowboarding.

But there was this place called Blue Hills.

It's this little ski resort.

It's literally a hill, hence the name Blue Hills, in Milton, Massachusetts.

And they pump snow onto it.

And it's, no kidding, just a little tiny hill.

And we loved it.

We were there all the time.

Taught snowboarding there.

It was like that was our place.

In the winter, me, Nick, and Wolf were there all the time.

But every winter from the time I was like maybe 12, so 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, the one big trip we would take is Nick's family had a cabin in New Hampshire up in the White Mountains.

And for us, that was like the one time where we'd go stay at the cabin and for like a weekend or a few days, we would go snowboarding at like real mountains in New Hampshire, which compared to Blue Hills in Massachusetts, these were like, you know, Mount Everest.

It was amazing.

And so we really looked forward to that trip every single year.

But when I was 16, we had a trip planned to go up to this cabin.

And their cabin itself, it's located up on this old abandoned ski resort, which matters to the story.

Basically, they built all these little cabins.

I think it's called King Pine was the name of the resort before it shut down.