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RENO, Nev. — The Lake Tahoe Planning Authority (LTPA) announced Thursday their intention to build a "Powder Wall' across Nevada’s Mt. Rose Highway to prevent Nevada skiers and snowboarders from tracking up Tahoe stashes.
The LTPA also insisted that Reno, Nevada, will be responsible for financing the construction.
In a delicately worded marketing statement, the LTPA insisted the wall will minimize traffic and extend the length of powder days for local residents while also guaranteeing “Reno will pay for everything.”
“We’re gonna build a wall, and make North Shore great again!” the LTPA statement read. “Everyone will love it — Nevada will love it, California will love it — and let us tell ya folks, people in Reno will really love it, believe me!”
People in Reno will really love it, folks, believe me!
Ski town social scientists say growing lift lines and fewer in-bounds pow tracks are likely leading causes for the Planning Authority's decision.
In response to the announcement, A Reno spokesperson said they believe all skiers — including Nevadans — should have equal access to the Tahoe Basin.
“We’re not paying for that fucking wall,” a senior Reno official told TGR. “Tahoe is a melting pot of vastly different cultures — Californians and Nevadans — and we think this diversity is what makes Tahoe truly great!”
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