I chatted with Dick Durrance a few years ago when he autographed a copy of his book for me. We had met once before. Almost 40 years ago a friend and I were standing outside the entrance to Loveland Basin with rucksacks and skis, trying to hitch a ride over the pass. Three fellows in a Land Rover stopped and asked if we wanted to ski the Mine Dump area with them. We would have to take our turns with the driving, shuttling thr Rover back down the pass to the pickup point. One of the three was Dick Durrance. I thought of him as old then, although he must have been only in his late 40's. I was startled, for some reason, that he was still around. He was a hero from the legendary , almost prehistoric days of skiing which seemed impossibly far off. We had a great day skiing untracked powder in this area off of Loveland Pass. These guys had what they referred to as a "cabin" tucked away off one of their secret ski runs. It looked to be some kind of canvas thing, held up by metal poles, a makeshift tent, I guess. They referred to it as their "zip cabin". We didn't have our sleeping bags so we declined their gracious invitation and hitched our way back to Boulder.
Just one day of skiing, many years ago, but a memory I treasure, skiing deep powder under that incredibly blue sky with the old-timers. I'll never forget their enthusiasm for skiing and the generosity in their willingness to share it with us.