All of the sudden things got really freaky at the Festical, K2 Snowboards retailer get-together held at Mt. Baker, Washington. The afternoon rain turned to heavy snow, DJ Paul and DJ Atlee started to spin tunes in the party tent, and then the freaks came out. Attendees who showed up in all kinds of costumes-Afros, masks, and one-piece ski suits straight out of Hot Dog, The Movie-were all dancing through the evening to the freestyling tunes of Digital Space Monkeys.
But that’s the idea behind the Festical, it’s part festival and part spectacle. This year it’s moving more towards Burning Man than just a snowboarding trip. More people showed up this year than last, and a lot of last year’s attendees came back, so they had a good idea what to expect. And costumes for the evening festivities have become almost mandatory.
While there were still two big communal sleeping tents in the middle of the parking lot, there were more RV’s as well, and plenty of grooving going on in the RV’s. But the main action took place in the party tent, with a big stage for bands and DJs at one end, a bar in the middle, and a sweet little lounge area at the other. In addition, there was a pool table, foozeball table, air hockey, and pinball machines for plenty of playing.
Between the band’s sets, K2 teamriders took the stage to give away their used boards. Each teamrider came up with a different contest then took participants from the crowd to compete. Bobby Meeks had three people chug beer filled with jalapenos. Wille Louma had a drinking contest as well, and Katrina V. had four girls go out to the crowd, find a condom, then come back on to the stage and guzzle a beer.
But the highlight was probably Brian Savard, who just asked people to show or tell him why they deserved the board. Two girls decided to show Savard and the whole crowd their breasts, but actually didn’t win the board. But that didn’t matter to the crowd. And things just went downhilll from there.
Rumors circulated about the Festical Police–two girls dressed up as cops, who would go into RVs, find innocent men, and handcuff and take advantage of them. Details were fuzzy.
But what was clear to everyone was the six to eight inches of powder that fell over night, giving the crowd (those who could wake up) some great powder turns in the morning. What else would you expect at Mt. Baker?