Seeing families out on the hill, seeing kids that we've coached out on the mountain ripping it up, a 103 year old skier, and nearly every season on the first meeting Arne and Ingrid's dad hiking up the King. I also saw a young woman skiing late this season, obviously a racer, and skiing/giving tips to and older gentleman; maybe her grandfather? She also happened to be a really stunningly good skier. Saw 3 free ride team kids launch off something I'd never thought of or seen even though I'd skied by it a hundred times and thought, man, I'd better start looking more carefully at what I think I know about our hill, especially what's in plain sight. Thanks for opening my eyes, lads!
Big one, spent a long afternoon at Mt. Holiday in Traverse City, MI a couple of days after my dad's passing and was amazed by the passion, fun, and energy at the small hill (now a community non-profit) where I had spent time in the elementary school years. They might just have the ultimate beer league bar upstairs in the lodge as well, and seeing vintage skis on the wall engraved with names of dads and big brothers that I remembered was fun. There were a couple of points that I just stopped at the top, stepped aside, and teared up. Saw my pop and many family friends now gone making turns in my minds eye. What's 40-45 years but a blink?
And last , but not least in our low snow crapoliscious season, a majority of skiers who still seemed damned happy just to be out on the hill sliding around. Edited by markojp - 5/20/15 at 7:44pm