PARTY LINES
“It might not sound like it, but trust me—it’s hip…” One of the many disembodied voices guiding me through this bold new society of extreme sports types in the mountains is telling me I can win a pizza delivery bike in the next event. She’s also, knowingly or not, critiquing herself. Everybody here talks like they’re hooked up to a Red Bull IV drip and graduated English class taught by ’s Chloe. It’s
