The hillside above the Last Run Inn at Snowbowl looked like a white sand beach on Sunday.

Instead of beach towels, spectators bedecked in sunglasses lounged on Arcteryx jackets and Patagonia windbreakers for the Snowbowl Cup Gelande Championship.

The annual ski-jumping competition, which features the last natural terrain jump in the United States and guys in tight, colorful suits soaring V-style through the air, drew good crowds this year because of an abundance of sunshine.

The official temperature read 31 degrees, but from the T-shirted crowd, you'd have thought the relentless rays had warmed things into the mid- to upper 40s.

The Flying Wilson Brothers, a dominating trio known as Rolf, Brent and Eric, were minus an injured Brent this year, but Eric and Rolf Wilson took the competition to the bitter end, fighting for every last inch and all the style points awarded to each jumper.

The line at the burger stand blended in with the rambunctious crowds, and burger-flipper Billy Metzger said he sold out of regular burgers by 1 p.m., the start of the pro event - and sold out of buffalo burgers by 11 a.m., just as the big crowds started to arrive.

"I thought I'd get to sit and watch it a little more," Metzger said. "But I was way too busy."

Noelle Zinn normally cleans the grills and ovens at Snowbowl. On Sunday, she stood outside in the sun and helped Metzger feed the masses.

"I grew up here, but it's the first time I've been up here for this," Zinn said. "It's great, I got to do something different today."

By 3 p.m., there was one bratwurst left on the grill, and five ski jumpers left to go.

"It's OK," Metzger said. "I'm loving life."

With the Flying Wilson Brothers limited to Rolf and Eric, it seemed the door might be open for another jumper to put his name on the trophy, which sports a Wilson every year going back more than a decade now.

But the crowd, newcomers and old-timers alike, cheered just a little bit louder every time a Wilson brother flew past.

"It's a great atmosphere," first-time Snowbowl Cup attendee Adam Kleckner said. "These guys go big."

At that moment, Eric Wilson flew 204 feet, a foot shy of his Snowbowl record.

"Oh, yeah, the Flying Wilson Brothers," Kleckner told his friend Kenny Wood, also a first-time Gelande-goer. "Those guys are serious."

Kleckner spread out on a blanket on a hillside below the jump, but away from the crowded Last Run Inn.

Sunglasses on and lying back, he could've been suntanning on the beach with a noisy sand volleyball game in progress in the background.

"We started down there, but we moved up here to get closer," Kleckner said. "You could just see way better up here, see the riders up close, it's nice."

Up on the knoll by which skiers fly on their way downhill, Brent Wilson awarded style points to jumpers as they screamed past.

"Typically we judge the end run, the flight and the landing," Wilson said. "But the real money is, of course, going the farthest."

Normally a highly competitive member of the Flying Wilsons, Brent judged Sunday's competition in a full leg brace, after also missing last year while recovering from knee surgery.

"I splatted on Steamboat's big hill two weeks ago," Brent Wilson said. "So, I'm out for another season unfortunately, and I'll probably have to get another new ACL, but that's the way it goes."

As the sun peeked out from a late-afternoon cloud, Rolf Wilson took off and soared 200 feet, to put him just behind little brother Eric.

And in full, sun-drenched glory, Eric Wilson flew 199 feet on his last jump, leaving the crowd wondering not whether a Wilson would be taking home this year's trophy, but which Wilson.

While fans awaited the news of Eric Wilson's win, amateur jumper Joe Dillon embarked on what has become a Snowbowl tradition.

He launched out over the hill in V formation, then tucked in for a solid landing with arms upraised.

Wearing only his birthday suit.