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Whats Your Ski Story?

post #1 of 86
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Since for many winter is over, and now it is time to reflect, I thought I would do just that.

When I was 10 my mother took me for a lesson at Mt Tom. Being 10 I thought it was great to slide down the hill out of control and I did many more times that year at Mt Tom. So it went, in the next few years we took an occasional trip up north, skied mt Tom and did school weekend ski trips to various destinations. In High School my parents bought a condo at Mt Snow and I began to ski quite a bit. I began to fall in love with the sport. When college arrived I made my choice based on skiing and attended Green Mountain College in Poultney Vermont, majoring in Skiing....

Towards the end of college I began to grow weary of skiing, perhaps I was burned out, perhaps the thrill was gone, or maybe the old straight skis were not as much fun. Whatever it was I had about a 5 year timespan where I did not ski much. My family bought a Vermont country store and I helped them run it, I watched people going to and fro from the ski hills, but did not get up much myself. I did ski a bit at the local ski hill with my daughters afterschool program. Then in 2001 things started to change. We had the biggest snow year in Vermont ever, ironically I skied little to not at all locally. Instead I had planned a trip to Lake Tahoe with friends from all over the country. Tahoe had about as much snow as we did that year but it did not stop us from having a blast. It was 60 and sunny all week and we had 15-20 of us skiing and having fun, that was good living. What was really big though was I skied the new shaped skis, WOW!!. That changed everything.

I skied a bit here and there after that but had not yet bought equipment, in 2003 we went to Whistler, not quite the trip Tahoe was but still loads of fun. Last year I decided to buy some shaped skis and I bought a pair of rossi bandit XX's. I ended up skiing Mad River last year quite a bit with a good friend. It was such a blast that this year I bought a pass, and a pair of pocket rockets which I love. To me sometimes skiing feels like falling in love. You know the high you get when you first fall in love with someone? After a really good day of skiing I can feel that for a few days.

So now I have a 9 year old daughter who hates groomers and loves trees. I have two pairs of skis. I will get another pass to Mad River next year. My plan in life is to stay in Vermont until my daughter hits college then move out west and consult and patrol. I am a linux Sys Admin. I know a woman coming into my life might change that. But I have come to the conclusion that the woman better ski, or play Ultimate Frisbee(my other big sport) or I will never see her, preferably ski.

So thats my story, I ski at level 9 and will ski almost anything(anything if its soft) I am currently 34 and look forward to another 30-40 years of skiing in my future

Whats your story?

post #2 of 86

what's a straight ski?

Sig.O. dragged me to Colorado in March '98, (I was 36) got me a lesson package. Hooked on first turn, no lie. I knew I'd found something. Been averaging about 15 days a year since then, though this year is my first 20-day season.
post #3 of 86
My ski story takes place senior year in high school, when my parents were out of town. Instead of driving the family wagon to school, which I had permission to do when my mom didn't need the car, I picked up a ski buddy and headed up to Mt. Spokane for a day of hooky. The skies were overcast, the streets wet with last night's rain, and the appeal was definitely skipping school more than going skiing. But as we climbed the mountain road, we moved through the clouds into the most brilliant sunlight glinting diamonds off at least a foot of big crystal snow. I'll let your imaginations take it from there. We skied from first chair to last, and went home with this great secret memory that we didn't share with anyone else so we wouldn't get caught.
post #4 of 86
I got divorced at 35 in 1988. Took up skiing. It changed my life! Taught me how to look fear in the eye and deal with it. Never having been atheletic (musician, ex-hippy) it gave me new confidence in myelf and I've never looked at myself in the same light again.

Now 17 years later it is my greatest passion, my greatest love (sorry Linda) and every time I ski i learn and grow more. I know I always will, too. No matter how good I get.
post #5 of 86
Christmas 1963. I was 10. I got skis and boots. I had no wish to ski, but my older brothers were really excited. Our next-door neighbors were avid skiers and took us to Stevens Pass for our first day. I wore wool pants, coat, mittens (knitted by my mom). The neighbors took us to the top of the rope tow, showed us a couple of things and took off. I was miserable.

Years passed and I got hooked. Got on ski patrol at Stevens and did it until the patrol went all pro. I couldn't do the schedule they demanded because of my new job as a teacher. I married a woman who couldn't ski but learned. She never got beyond intermediate because she never had the burning desire. Kids came along and a good year became 7 -10 days per year.

Now it's 2000 and wife says divorce. I'm really bummed and decide to get a season pass and ski my cares away along with my 8th grade son. It worked. I fanned the flame of my passion for skiing and had a ball. Met a woman that skis well and has the same burn that I do and we're still together. I'm a happy man.
post #6 of 86
I essentially hit the skier's Powerball jackpot upon birth...Born to rabid skiers who thankfully supported their habit with a 2nd home in ski country, I was in ski school every weekend by the age of 3, then moved onto the race team. Gates didn't last long, as I apparently had "too much energy" and not enough patience! Freestyle team followed, then a ski academy for High School. As I started to burn out on skiing, I took up snowboarding in College. Surprisingly, that experience gave me a greater appreciation for skiing...Although I'm a decent snowboarder, I realized there are places and conditions I'll ski that I would never consider on a board.

Higher education was based on proximity to the mountains (ended up in Burlinton, VT for my undergrad & CO for Law School ). Picked my employer based on their understanding of my addiction , as well as my comittment to teaching skiing & snowboarding. Although I'm not married just yet, I've seriously considered a prenup along the lines of "If you divorce me b/c of my ski habit, you're left out in the cold!" (Thank goodness I'm smart enough to know not to even attempt to teach a significant other to ski/board!)

The last time I had a season under 50 days was 1994 following an early season ACL tear, so it's fair to say I've made a serious comittment to the sport. This is made even more apparent by taking a look at my house around late February onward...I just keep telling everyone, as soon as the season is over, as soon as the season is over!!
post #7 of 86
Pheft you reminded me of something worthwhile to think about.

I too in the mid sixties was put on a rope tow by friend's parents, no instruction. Fell on the rope tow on the way up, 2-3 minutes (and a lot of angry people) later managed to roll over and out of the way of the stopped tow, friend's father eventually came, got me up, put me in a wedge. I skied down that one run and didn't ski again as I hated it so much for about 25 years!
post #8 of 86
I first went skiing at age 14 in 1967 with a family friend who was on the Ski Patrol at Boston Mills. I was skiing Head standards, Cubco bindings and leather Kastinger boots. After getting my drivers license in 68, I became an instructor at both Boston Mills and Bradywine (don't tell anyone I lied about my age), was president of the high school ski club and took weekend trips to Holiday Valley, Peak n Peak, Grostal and 7-Springs. Skiing was IT, so I went to college at Utah State University and graduated to bigger mountain skiing.

Like others here, I quit skiing for a while, got married and lived in the flat lands of Columbus, OH. I moved to California in 1990 within 30 miles from the ski areas. Yep, living in California where it snows made my non-skiing wife long for citrus groves and warmer winters. So we now live in the foothills about 60 miles from skiing. I have to admit, the discovery of EpicSki really motivated me to elevate my game this year. New equipment, new techniques and new friends.
post #9 of 86
I started in 6th grade. My school was offering an after school ski program at Camelback, 5 days for $35.00 inc lift, lessons and rentals. I thought the price was outrageous and that my mother would never go for it. She went for it and I was hooked from that point. Timber Hill was the local hill to me, about 4 miles from my house, they had a “Junior Instructor” program which got us out on the snow, I did that for about 2 years until Timber Hill closed. In the summer of 10th grade, a buddy of mine are out skateboarding and we see the Rossignol van drive by. We follow it up to an apartment building, and start BSing with the rep. I talk him into renting a cottage that my mother had, so for a year I had the Rossi Rep living at my house, I was BMOC in school that year. I got my first season pass at Camelback in my Junior year and all my buddies set up the “Mom will drive if your mom picks up schedule for the year. Senior year in High School, I skied 60+ days, I was in school three days in January, two of the three days I was late. I barely had just enough grades to graduate.

I got married at 21 and I got my wife into skiing. Her parents wanted to get involved so I set up a ‘family” trip to Mount Snow. I arraigned a place slope side and I got the whole family into week long lessons. Now they were hooked and every year since we do a family ski trip that they pay for, this has been going on for 20 years and they have since moved to Vermont because of their love of the sport. My Son, now 16 started on skis at 2 years. My wife was concerned ‘What if he doesn’t like it?” I replied, “Skiing is what we do in the winter, it’s like saying a fish doesn’t like to swim…It’s we do”. Now he is my best skiing buddy. I also have a group of guys that we do a boys trip with. For the past 12 years we go to Mad River Glen and stay at Betsy’s place.

I have managed ski shops, teched for manufactures and have had my own tuning business. I am also a self proclaimed gear whore and the founding member of F.L.o.A. I have gotten to the point in that I go for quality over quantity, I try not to ski the Pocono’s any more, it is just no fun for me (especially Blue ). With my in-laws moving to Vermont, the family invested in ASC passes for next year, I am hoping that I will rack up a ton of miles and hit Killington, Mt. Snow and Sunday River enough to really pay for the passes. If I can get the passes to less than $50.00 day, I will be happy.
post #10 of 86
Born to Bavarians that moved to LA in the 60's to design airplanes. Not skiing was not an option with my familly. Started when I was 3. Family had a cabin in the SoCal Mts growing up. Went to school @ the Univiversity of Utah, taught skiing for seven years, then moved to SF for grad school. Got a job in Biotech, but was miserable not being close to mountains (trek to Tahoe sucked). Got an offer from a biotech startup in SLC and moved to Park City (twisted my arm, they did!). Will never move back to a town that's more than an hour from skiing.
post #11 of 86
I grew up in NW Pa.in the 60's when typically there was snow on the ground from Thanksgiving till Easter many years. There was a steep hill outside of town that had a rope tow. I started skiing there when I was 9 years old . We were absolutely clueless regarding technique. We looked at skiing like sled riding. Anyway, whatever I was doing I was hooked and loved it. My parents didn't ski, but I started getting passes to Holiday Valley about an hour away when I was in junior high school. My dad God Bless his soul , drove me up to HV just about every Sat. and he would do his paperwork in the lodge. He arranged for me to be taken by neighbors on Sundays.

Went to school in Erie Pa. so I could ski at Peek N Peak. Three years did go by 77-80 when I lived in the midwest that I didn't ski but a couple times a year . Moved to Pittsburgh in 1980 and have skied almost every weekend since at 7 Springs and a trip or two west every year . I don't know why I love it so much , I just do. My family can take it or leave it and neither my daughter or my wife have skied now for the last three years.

A couple of years ago it looked pretty certain I would have to relocate to Baltimore. I changed jobs so I could stay here and ski every weekend in the winter. I have to be honest, the first I thought about when Baltimore was mentioned was not being able to ski as much!
post #12 of 86
Began skiing at age five, 1971, at sugarbush valley, before sugarbush north and the extraction of the old gondola. My first day me and my sister were given a first timer's lesson on the hillside next to the old lodge. It was raining, my 3 yr old sister was better at making wedge turns, I threw my soaking wet gloves under the bullwheel at the bottom of the double chair. Screaming and crying cause my parents were off skiing on the gondola.

Luckily, that wasn't the only time I skied. I was lucky to have hippy aunt's and uncles who lived in the mad river valley. I visited them on countless occasions, being dropped off at glen ellen and the bush for solo days stem christying and wedging around those two hills. Soon, I joined the massachusetts ski club, spending a dozen weekends per winter skiing waterville valley, loon mt, cannon, and sunday river.

I experienced the greatest ski break in the world when my other aunt and uncle bought the vermont inn just past pico peak. Being the high school aged black sheep son of two conservative parents, I found myself driving my 76 dodge aspen through the east coast snowstorms dirtbaggin in empty rooms at the inn and skiing killington before they completely trashed the place by cutting up the glades skier's left of the killington peak chair, and expanded the triangular chair by cutting away all those nice vermont hardwood forests. My junior year in high school they opened up bear mtn. With that, and my introduction to stowe's front four, I got my first taste of true steeps.

I used to love uncrowded pico. lots of great terrain and before it got bought great intermediate glade skiing.

While in High School, at St. John's Prep, I skied on the ski team three days a week at Bradford Hill. I wasn't the most dedicated racer. Was more interested in hiding in the woods and smoking the weed. Usually placed in top 15 or so though in gs and slalom. (that's all they could fit on that hill it was only 400 vert.)

Almost forgot, My senior year, I was chosen for a free lathrop ski camp at stowe, where I was given five full days of coaching in march. (I was lucky as I got to miss a whole week of school.) Although the camp required that we hike the course rather than ride the lift. (That was hell. Now I like hiking for my turns.)

I went to CU boulder on the six year grateful dead plan. Was a lifty at eldora. skied copper, wp/mj, and a basin all of the time and even had a guest host job on winter break at steamboat springs. the job was cush. with a 7 out of 10 day ski pass, free lodging at the mountain, free meals and barely any work.

I had a bad car accident and had to stop skiing my senior year in college so I didn't ski from 90-93. (in that time I moved to Eugene Oregon to work for the ORegon Natural resources council protecting old growth forest. But in 94 I got back on skis, telemark, (short lived) and began to frequent mt bachelor.

went to grad school, got a teaching degree, moved to pdx and since then have been travelling every chance I get. I've skied in Whistler twice, Mt. Baker, Mt Hood Meadows, Bachelor, Ski bowl, Baldface Lodge, Whitewater, Red, snowbasin, pow mow, altabird, and deer valley. But the mountain I consider my home hill now is Crystal Mountain.

Oh, one more thing. I am lucky enough to have family in Aspen. So once a year I get free 4 day pass from Aspen Ski Co and get to ski there too. I love those mountains.

That's it in a nutshell.
post #13 of 86
I feel somewhat deprived after reading popsicle's ski blessed story.

However, seems like majority of other responders are around 50. Me too. The age of reflection? I've more commonality. First skied in '67 at age of 14. Haven't missed a year since (knock on wood). Had the great blessing of skiing parents and got in 25-50 days a season from teens to late twenties during their 15 yr period of 2nd home ownership at a PA ski area (da Knob). Then marriage and 4 kids scaled me back to 10 days per year plus or minus. Never could financially pull off the 2nd home ski thing myself. It's been a long decline skill+condition-wise as I peaked 20 yrs ago and now mainly just cruise with my kids. But whether flying or cruising, out there every day or just occasionally, East or West, the joy of skiing never fades and I dream of white stuff in my golden years, God willing.
post #14 of 86
Originally Posted by Jamesj
But whether flying or cruising, out there every day or just occasionally, East or West, the joy of skiing never fades and I dream of white stuff in my golden years, God willing.

isn't that what its all about? And my lifelong goal is to be one of the over seventy skiers that I met at snowbasin this year. It's not too much to ask is it?
post #15 of 86
After my competitive bodybuilding was over, I met a French girl (in Montreal) who wanted me to try skiing. I was 29 years old and I got hooked after the first day. The French cutie is now my wife and skiing is my mistress. During summer, mountain biking is my mistress.

I remember 3 "milestones" in my 15 years of skiing:

1) The first chair ride alone. My fear of heights prevented me from taking a chair alone, but I was night skiing (Bromont, Montreal) and there was nobody around. That was a long freaking ride, I tell ya'.

2) My very first lesson at ESA I (2003). The big mountains in Utah brought out all kinds of fears and stress. I quickly learned that my biggest challege is not technique, but conquering my fears of heights and injury.

3) The realization of how incomplete I am as a skier without the ability to ski bumps. This also happened at ESA I and I promised myself to learn. The past couple of years I worked hard on bumps. Breakthroughs you ask? Well my spirit has been thoroughly broken.
post #16 of 86
My college always ran a one week trip to Mt Sutton during winter break went in 1983 (as a grad student). Went a couple of more times that season and next. Then didn't go for a while. In 1986 went a friends BBQ where he mentioned he was running an all inclusive (lodging, food, lifts and lessons) trip to Jay one week (Mon-Fri) for under $300. Went and had a blast. Continued doing a week at Jay for many years (sometimes the only skiing I did when I lived in Baltimore). By 1992 I was living in Ulster Co NY and went regularly to Hunter on weekends and for a week at Jay. Joined a ski club with a house near Killington and skied weekends there for 3 or 4 winters (still doing the week at Jay). Went on a trip through the club to SLC (Alta,Snowbird, Solitude and Deer Valley). Club folded I moved, moved again and joined another club in 1998 with a lodge at MRG.

Still do Jay (now ~$500 for Sun-Fri with lessons), plus MRG and Sugarbush. The lessons were a big help, instructor in mid 90's insisted we'd enjoy the woods and with much trepidation went in and haven't really come out since.

Next winter marks the 20th year of the Jay trip (I missed the 1986 and 1998 trips). So 17 weeks of lessons, over 20 years of skiing and still learning new things and having a blast.
post #17 of 86
I guess I am the one of the youngest here being 25.

My story began few years back when I tag along with office people to an ski trip weekend to PA. I didn't expect much all I wanted was try skiing or snowboarding for once in my whole life. I 1st arrived at the resort in a car and all I could see was straight trail going VERY STEEPLY down and I still remember asking my boss where was the "beginner hill"? He than pointed at the steep slopes and said that one it isn't very steep!. AT that time I just thought to myself maybe I just sit in the resturant at the bottom and let the day pass by..read a newspaper maybe. Skiing ain't for me!! I was unsure of even trying until I find out I that someone was paying for my pass and rental. I have a bad habit of not refusing free offers. I decided to rent skis because everyone was usingskis and I think they could give me some pointers. All I got was wedge, lean forward and try not to use the poles. I don't remember much about skiing that day because I fell almost 10 times down every run of the bunny hill. The one upside to falling is that I was an expert at getting up. I almost look like a pro getting up after that 1st day. By the end of the day I was all wet down to my undy. I wasn't prepare at all that day. I didn't have a glove, waterproof jacket or pant. Snow were glue to my entire body because I wore a jean and a regular jacket on a very cold day. No wonder people were laughing at me when I got back into the base camp building I looked like a snowman. The ride home was horrible. My whole body was wet from top to bottom. It was a Very cold day and only the top layer of my clothing dry up after 1-2 hrs in the car. what made it worst was that I had to stay over at someones house for a few hours of chitchat while the whole time my back was soaked and feel uncomfortable to a point that may cause me a cold. O yea btw the rental eqpt was crap like usual. The skis where heavy and the boot didn't fit right. I made it back home at midnight that day. The next day I got a fever I also had stomach problem for almost a week and I had to took the WHOLE week off. I can't say if it was a nice day but it was one of those memorible days one that kept me thinking until I got a chance to went back for the 2nd and 3rd try. I got hooked by the 3rd time. I got my own gears the 3rd time and they were and 100times better than the rental.

I don't remember much after that 3rd try. I just really fell in love with the snow and have been going back and that was it. It's one of the very few things that get my mind off from work and family problems. I went along many time this season and I have learned that sometime skiing along isn't so bad at all. Besides sitting on the top terrace of my grandmas old house looking at the ocean watching ships goes by on a sunny day skiing is the only thing that can really give my head peace. and thats all I want in life.
post #18 of 86
Started Skiboarding my senior year of high school with a season pass at Hidden Valley, the next year i bought twin tips and got hooked on the what were long skis to me. Skied 106 days that first year on skis and took instructor clinics. Next year i become a intructor at Hidden Valley, the new swiss ski school director ask me how long i have been sking before he saw me, and said there is noway in hell i should instrut, that was untill he saw me ski. Learned alot that year went from a strong aggressive 7 to like smooth 9, ski instruting will improve your sking like nothing else. 103 days that year with my first taste of real terrain in VT. Didnt ski everything in vermont this time. This last year in my 3rd full season of skiing, got some real skis Metron B-5, and some real boots Salomon Xwave 10 and i was in business. I felt so much better with the non park rat skis and boots. Only skied 70 days this season, but rented a condo out and found love this year. Went to VT and conquered all i could find(could of looked harder though), i can ski bump great now, trees and/or steep are my favorite, but still enjoy the rollercoaster ride of carving.

So yeah 279 days in 3 years 21 and now finially going to college, if you dont do it this year you will be one year old when you do do it.
post #19 of 86
I started skiing at 12 or 13. The school ran friday night trips to Camelback and sunday trips to Hunter. Later, we would always go to Stowe for a week the day after x-mas and for Pres. week. I would ski about 20-25x every year. My first trip to the Rockies was in 1974 when I was 15. We went to Park City. I fell in love with Park City West. I went to college at U. of Miami. While everyone else was coming down to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break, I was skiing in Utah.
My big ski break came when I fell in love with, and eventually married, a german girl, born into a family of bavarian farmers, who had grew up with Obersdorf and the Nebelhorn as a backyard. She would not marry me unless I moved to Germany, learned the language and saw things from her perspective. I found a job as a civilian lawyer, doing a lot of work for the military (mostly criminal defense), and drank a lot of bier. For 2 years, we skied almost every weekend and some weekdays in the German, Swiss and Austrian alps . We would even hit Hintertux and Soelden a few times during the summer months. Eventually, she convinced me to enter a partnership with her brother on an apartment in St. Anton. (WHAT A BLAST!!!). We moved back to the States, eventually sold our apartment, and replaced it with a small place in Park City. I can't wait until my daughter is 16, so I can throw her the keys to the condo, so she can enjoy it with her girlfriends.
post #20 of 86
My father started in the '40's so he had me on skis at five, in 1959, at Camp
Mystic, Pennsylvania. There was a separate ticket for the hill and the rope tow, and all I got was the hill ticket, which let you climb up and ski down. My second day out I climbed all the way to the top, and had a heck of a time getting down.

A few years later we went in with some friends and bought a farm near Holiday Valley NY, a couple of hours from our home in Ohio. We bought a bulldozer, cleared some trails, and built two rope tows. I yo-yo'd those trails, until at 17 we moved to Germany and I had to leave high school a year early and go to the American College of Switzerland. That was pretty good, going from a high school student in Ohio to a cllege student in Switzerland. Finished undergrad up in Maine skiing four way-two Alpine events plus XC and a little jumping

The closest call came when after grad school I went to a nine month company training program in Tulsa, Oklahoma. They sent two of the 25 to Denver, and I managed to be one of the two.

I worked as a geologist for 20 years and phased that out a few years ago so that I could keep up with my skiing. A little tele, a little classic, a little AT,some back country touring, some powder, a bit of carving, volunteer ski patrol, some winter camping, it all adds up you know.
post #21 of 86
Started when I was 3. Kept escaping from Day Care when my parents and brothers were skiing. I'd stand on my Dad's skis and say "Me 'key" till they started me. Now that I have taught my own kids I have so much respect for my Dad in those early years (late 1960s and 1970s) long day trip drives, three kids, lace up leather boots (those one buckle little rear entries were pretty nice for my kids!), crappy clothes, safety straps etc...

We took a family trip for a week winters plus some weekends - probably 10-15 days most years. Broke my leg at 4. Lost a two seasons due to a gymnastics injury. Then my parent's quit skiing when I was about 8th grade. Didn't ski much for a few years (ocassional day bus trips with school groups etc) till I discovered that my own brothers were my best ski buddies (not many of my girl friends were good skiers). We skied weekends together and took trips out west together. Really found something one memorable day at Mad River Glen with my brother and some friends something clicked that day in the moguls that sent me to a new level of skiing. Almost quit for good over very cold feet till I discovered boot heaters!

Always considered being a skier a necessary qualification for a husband. But fell in love with a non-skier but excellent athlete who wanted to ski. He is now a great skier! -- By the way my husband is convinced that the key to a ski family is a ski Mom -- if only the Dad likes to ski it doesn't go as far as if the Mom loves to ski!

We rented a place one winter with a group of friends and skied most weekends. Always had the dream of owning a place. Didn't ski for 4 years after having kids. Then started the kids skiing -- and bought a Vermont condo. Ski 60 plus days a year -- every weekend mid-November to mid-April -- two weeks at Christmas, 1 week in February, 2 weeks in March, most Fridays this season too (kids have race team practice and I ski). Portillo, Chile last August and again this year.....
post #22 of 86
I started skiing in 1972 with the 10th Mt. Division/Special Forces in Alaska. From the first time I stood on the skis on snow I knew this is what I want to do. It was like a part of me I had never known. I've had some very special times and meet alot of wonderful people during those years thanks to skiing. The thrill of the Fall-line is still there.
post #23 of 86


I'm 51. My father was into skiing. We went to Mt Snow in the 50s. Skied Jiminy Peak in 59.

Early 60s: Bromley, Killington in 64 and more of Mt Snow.

My dad passed away in 61, so my mom would take me and sit for the whole day in the lodge. The family purchased season passes at a place called Petersburgh Pass. My brother and I were charged $25.00 (total) for the season. We skied everyday that we could. My skiing took off.

1966 took my first trip to Tuckerman Ravine. A father from Petersburgh Pass took me and it was life altering. Went back every year untill 1977.

The lodge burned down so Jiminy Peak became our home mountain in 70.

Went to UVM and Mad River Glen became my home mountain. I developed humility and improved.

Moved to Whistler in 79 and spent 2 years playing Canadian. I prefer Mad River.

Now I get to ski with my 16 year old son. It's so cool watching him improve. Well to a point - he kicked my butt on Paradice this winter. That was troubling. I still maintain that he is not a better skier than me, but no one agrees.
post #24 of 86
My start came in 1987, was 25 had finished college (North Adams State next to Brodie Mt., Jiminy Peak, near Mt. Snow) never skied once I was afraid I would hurt my legs. I was into riding my motorcycle Honda VF1000 ,yeah a crotch rocket, loved the mountain roads out by North Adams and southern Vermont. Hated winter wanted to go to med school somewhere south, never did. In '87 2 friends wanted me to get into skiing as they started the year before telling me its a blast ya ya ya. Well went with them to Loon Mt. in N.H. they get free pass if they bring new skier, they ditch me in a beginner lesson and I'm learning to ski, bunny slope, power wedge, I'm sliding about 2 mph and am having a blast. I'm asking the instructor if I can go up the mountain. She thinks not , well we are done for the day and I'm hooked, got right out one night later that week at small area near home, almost crashed into a building because I went right to the top, had not figured out that turning thing yet. The rest of that season I was waking up my friends every Sat at 5 am to go skiing somewhere in Vt., N.H. or Me. I was relentless ,got 25 days in , had some weekend trips to Sugarloaf, Sugarbush etc. Long story short- sold the motorcycle ,forgot about the southern warm climates, eventually became ski instructor, quit good job in Boston for a move to Vermont with no job and pregnant wife and skiing 50 -70 days year since 1993. P.S. friends have long since given up skiing. I"ve offered them free housing up here but still don't come up, it would be nice to ski with them and have my 7 year old kick their ass ha ha!
post #25 of 86
I was working in Grand Teton National Park, Wyo one summer(1988), at the end of season, all the ski resorts came around to look for employees. The woman i was dating convinced me to apply at Deer Valley. I said ok but i will NOT learn to ski. Putting two sticks on your feet and sliding down in a some what controlled manner is insane.
Fast forward to Jan 1989, the resort offred it's yearly free emplyee lessons. The g/f said she'd rent my equipment.
So after taking out the same rail fence the seperated the begginner run from the run out of Bald Eagle Mt, i was hooked on the sport. Thus started 15 years of 100 plus days on skis, considering the Director of Mtn. Ops once thretin me with banishment for taking out his fence, haha
post #26 of 86
>>>>isn't that what its all about? And my lifelong goal is to be one of the over seventy skiers that I met at snowbasin this year. It's not too much to ask is it?<<<

Well, I am 73 now and don't consider of stopping to ski until my body gives out, which seems to be a long way down the road, not because I am in great shape but because the shaped skis have added at least ten years to my skiing life since they ski so effortless.

My wife Ann and I will celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary on May 28th and I can't tell you how much joy it is to ski with your wife for 50 years, both of us intructing here for over 25 years.

We have two grandchildren now, Max is 5-1/2 and Sydney is 2-1/2 and we spend a lot of time with them at the slopes.

Below I am resurecting a story from a few years ago that describes my first real skiing.
Growing up in Bavaria, I remember that my parents gave me for Christmas 1944 my very own ski outfit, really just a note saying I could have it. So off to our village shoemaker I went, I was 12 then, and he made me stand on a piece of paper and drew my feet outlines on it, measured the instep height, etc. and said he would get right on them and I could have them in a week.
Then we went to the cabinet maker in the village and he knew how I skied because I had borrowed a pair from him belonging to his son, also my age, who had the luxury of having two pairs of skies, courtesy of his dad. The cabinet maker said he would also have them in a week since he had a number of pre steamed ash blanks, hickory is not known in Germany.

You can't imagine my heart pounding after that endless week of waiting when we picked up the brand new boots, all shiny and brown with the leather strap and a buckle across the front and the square toe. My new skies made me so proud, they had a lacquered top and the cabinet maker had even put the pitch base on them, all I had to do was iron on the wax.

Leitner may have invented the steel edges by then, but we didn't know about them or need them, we thought, not until we got them.

In the fall my father had cut some nice straight hazelnut branches for poles and taken them to the shoemaker who fitted leather straps to the top, which, along with the skis which had a through slot about a quarter inch by two inches for the bear traps, we took to the local blacksmith who measured the poles and cut them and fashioned a ferule and a square pointy point at the bottom, a hole was drilled where the basket would be and a quarter inch dried and lashed willow twig circle about six inches or so in diameter was fastened with two criss-crossed leather bands to the nail in the hole in the pole.

The blacksmith put the bear traps on by sliding a steel plate through the slot and bending both sides up to fit my boots, they also had a slot on each side near the top for the leather strap which holds the boot down and another pair of slots on the side for the heel binding, which were just leather straps with a buckle. The heel was free to come up and when the leather got wet the straps of the heel bindings would fall off and only the wedged boots in the bear traps would hold us in.

The skis would also get wet on every outing and had to be blocked with a wooden clamp at the tail and just before the bend at the shovel and a spreader block under the bindings and a tip spreader fork, held in place with nails through holes in the fork and the tip which had kind of a nipple on it.

Forgetting to do this one day after skiing would have you see a couple of flat boards the next day...

My new skis had a little problem in that, when blocked, one ski was almost straight while the other one was like a bow, which necessitated me taking them to the shed and wedging the assembly between three fence stakes until the curve was equal on both...

Suffice it to say that on my first day out with my friends I laid down beautiful s-curves which my friends made into figure eights and I never complained about my left ski being a noodle and my right one a two-by-four, I just adjusted my skiing to compensate.

Now to compare those skis to my 200cm Atomic Beta Carves 9.26: I lay down beautiful s-curves with my wife or my friends making them into figure eights...no real difference...


post #27 of 86
I want to be just like you when I grow up.
post #28 of 86
congrads on th up coming 50th.
While working at DV i became friends with this older couple. He was in his late 70's his wife early 70's( she won first a few years ago in the Sr. Winter Olympics in GS. )both still ski today. Both have had a hip or knew replacement. They don't ski every day, but when they do, you can see how great of a time they are having.
post #29 of 86
That was an excellent story. I like this thread.

I forgot to add that next year's my last Aspen trip. Family movin to other locales next summer.

So I get one year to experience deep temerity.

post #30 of 86
I have to credit my crazy parents, who, as high school/college sweethearts from West Texas, used to take ski trips over into New Mexico. It was the late 50s and early 60s. They were pretty clueless until my aunt (mother's sister) met and married a stylish skiin' dude from California, who taught them how to stop and turn -- finally.

As Texans like to do, my folks moved to Colorado when I was 18 months old, and I was on skis at 3 or 4. I think Pikes Peak was the first place I skied, and Copper was the second. It was about 1972.

So I've skied since then, but sporadically, between high school soccer seasons (NO SKIING!) and moves to both coasts. I started college in Texas, but spent most of my time there trying to figure out how to come back and ski, so I transferred to Boulder.

I skied a LOT in college, but then Feb 1990 I moved to Wash DC, and skied only three or four times during the whole decade. Ack. Moved back to Colorado in Feb 00, and got hooked again -- with husband and two kids this time.
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