Hood is finally closed, which means that unless you’ve already made the too-prudent move of booking a plane ticket to Santiago or Buenos Aires, summer skiing is officially over, and it’s officially summertime again.  This gives you copious time to do other things while not having to have missed skiing opportunities on the brain: skate shirtless, sweat, try dropping in on tourists to get a few one-hit waves, or if you’re in my shoes (recently relocated back to New England), pretend the ocean doesn’t exist because it won’t have any waves in it until the first hurricanes start fucking up your afternoon BBQ.  Thankfully the motherflockers from Whiteroom got a pretty good blueprint for how to kill time in this trough period of anticipation between when summer skiing is an option and real winter be a’ cometh.  Enjoy.