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post #1 of 22
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C.B.'s post about rememberances of the past spured me to think about some of my early memories of skiing. Here's some that I've had over the last 36 years of skiing (I'm 40):

- 1st gear: wood skis (with a little horse logo), bear trap clamp down bindings & Heinke leathers w/ a plastic cuff.
- 1st ski area: June Mt, CA. Rode the bottom lift up w/ skis in hand, then skied the beginner slopes up high.
- The year Mammoth installed lifts 12, 13 & 14.
- The Drought of '76 & '77.
- Snowbird opening in '71.
- Denver's refusal of the '76 Olympics.
- Beaver Creek opening.
- Park City's Craig Badami being killed in a helicopter as I watched.
- The Squaw Tram accident.
- The Alpine Meadows avalanche.
- PC's Jupiter Bowl lift opening in '76 (actually '77 due to the drought).
- Franz Klammer taking the gold in '76.
- Phil/Steve Mahre gold/silver in '84.
- Getting stuck w/ 2 year son on Donner Pass, after Record 24 snowfall of 60".
- SLC getting awarded the 2002 Olympics.
- 1st Telemark turn
- Son's 1st run at Bogus Basin in '98.
- Daughter's 1st run at PCMR in 2001.
- Olympic torch relay along the streets of Park City.

Let's see yours.

Powdr
post #2 of 22
-I have no clue what my first skis were, but I know that the first time I was ever on skis was in Park City, so I call Utah my skiing home
-1st ski area: Bellayre, NY
-The Slidebrook Express opening at Sugarbush
-My first face shot in 2003 in the woods on skiiers left off Exterminator at Sugarbush
-My first completely untracked western powder run down a closed part of Copper Bowl in 2004
-The first time I hiked out the Long Trail off of Paradise at Sugarbush, and then skiied down the Vermont-famous "Church" (circa 2003)
-Making a 15 minute ski movie with my friends, 2004
-Beating my dad (20 year PSIA instructor) in our second Nastar run at Copper this past March, by over a second (I still only won bronze and he got silver)

That's all I can think of for now.
post #3 of 22
-Don't remember my first time on skis. It was at Snowbird
-Having the lifties slow the lift down so I could get on. (I was little.)
-Driving up to Killington every weekend.
-Falling ALL the way down Outer Limits.
-Making a stupid three minute movie with my friends.
post #4 of 22
- My Mom saying, "Yes, you are going to go with the Ski club. Here's the money for a ticket and lesson." Thanks Mom.
- First time on skis - Scared spitless
- Spending two days at the base of Big Tupper learning to handle those huge skis (1960s 190s + )
- Going to Whiteface with the ski club in 7th grade and spending the entire day on the J bar. I LEARNED TO TURN THOSE SUCKERS!!!
- That group lesson where I was the only person. Then taking the uphill christi I learned and turning it downhill into my first parallel turn.
- Skiing when it was 20 below and all the High School snow bunnies wanted to go home.
- Stretch ski pants that you could tell if the dime in the pocket was heads or tails. (These the girls wore.)
- Corderoy Knickers!
- Waiting for the school bus for the ski club on a Saturday morning.
- First time on skis after 25 years off them. - Scared spitless.
- First time on my own with a group lesson of 8 students.
- First time putting a blind skiier in the woods! :
post #5 of 22

old timer memories

I am 54, and started when I was 8.

I had Northland wooden skis with screw-on edges, bear trap cable throw bindings, leather boots, and poles with baskets held on by leather straps. My first run was on the beginner's rope tow at Faunstock. I remember it because I fell (on the first run), got completely tangled, and it took me a long time to untwist my legs and get back up.

My parents would get up at 6 am and we would drive to Catamount, which had a pair of t-bars. My sister and I were not heavy enough to always hold down the t-bar, and we would get picked up off the ground. Catamount also had a rope tow at the top of the t-bar that had about 200' of vertical, down the steepest pitch on the mountain. They would load about 6 people with the tow turned off and then engage the clutch and shoot them to the top. I watched my dad take that ride.

We also went to Birch Hill (now with the inflated name of Thunder Ridge!). I rode the rope tow while my parents rode the t-bar.

When I was about 12, we went to Lake Placid for a week in February. The temperature only got above 20 below on the day we left. We didn't go to Whiteface, but I learned to ski parallel at the little t-bar hill operated by the now-defunct Lake Placid Club, where my grandmother learned to ski in the 1920's (I have a picture!) I also got to go sledding on the old ski jump that my dad learned to jump on. He turns 80 tomorrow, and still skis.

I remember my father lacing up our boots for us. There were four of us kids then, and he would lace up the inner boot and the outer boot for each of us. I think his hands were bleeding by the end.

In the early 1960s, my dad got us some of the first XC skis brought to the states, and we skied around the woods in southern Vermont. We still do this when we get the chance, though I live near Philly, so we cannot do it as often as I would like.

In December, 1964, there was a snow drought and Stratton put in snowmaking on a crash basis. There was about 5" of snow on the fields near my parent's house, and we spent the week hiking up and skiing down about a 5 turn hill, which was better than any area had to offer.

In 1972 my parents took us to Utah in March. We mostly skied Snowbird, which had about 6" of fresh every night and blue skies during the day. One day my sister and I ventured to Alta. We paid $7 each for a ticket and skied in untracked 3' deep powder, with absolutely no-one there. When we started going back to Utah in the 1990's, we went to Alta. My sister and I (both in college by then) went to a Neil Young concert in SLC that week.
We were two scruffy east coast kids in the midst of 10,000 clean cut Morman couples who had no idea that Neil Young was anything other than a singer of sweet songs.

This brings back good memories...
post #6 of 22
- first time ever on skis as a teen, had fun going but realized I had no knowledge of stopping :. Big crash.

- skiing like a fiend with friends while in college, we skied 30-40 times a year like it was nothing. Epic snow storms and epic driving to get to the hill in those storms.

- related to above, $10 Monday nights at Brodie Mtn MA, where you could crank out runs with almost nobody there. Temps often zero F or colder but we didn't care.

- major crashes at Brodie (smashed shoulder when going over handlebars) and Sugarbush (face plant, broken goggles, bloody nose, bruised ribs)

- first time ever skiing North Lynx trails (still had a j-bar then), then Castlerock at the Bush

- first time ever skiing Mad River Glen

- skiing down south, in VA and WV, for the first times (was not impressed originally, but now it's my home ski turf and I'm having fun)

- trip to Utah in April 1998, where we got powder dumps every night and bluebird days every day

- trying to teach future wife to ski in December 1998 at Sugarbush, and realizing A) what a dumb mistake that was, and B) wow, we must have a pretty strong relationship to survive this

- getting on shape skis for the first time in 2003 and discovering what real carving felt like (this coincides with realizing I could have fun skiing in the South all the time, not just when we got snow dumps)

- seeing wife learn and enjoy skiing with proper lessons in 2004, 2005, 2006

- wife busting ACL in 2006, skiing future uncertain

- getting to 20 days of local skiing in 05-06, a recent high mark for me, but still mouring the closing of local hills in 4 days :
post #7 of 22
Age 48, started skiing in 1967 (I think...)

Fischer "wood" skis with A&T "Beartraps" - Klofach boots with new-fangled buckles (older brother still had lace-ups).
A&T boot trees
$5.00 Saturday lift tickets at Stevens Pass, WA.
Baracrafters ski racks for the family Country Squire
First decent boots: Lange Comps (???) with the yellow cuff.
First decent skis: Head 320E with Look Nevada turn tables
Shopping at the local ski shop where the parents had an account, shop and sign a chit, the bill was sent at the end of the month!
Going to Whistler / Garibaldi in 1969
Ski Nanny with Bob Cram on King TV in Seattle
First HSQ, Arosa in CH circa 1982. I had never seen a HSQ before and had no idea why it was stopping for everyone!
First fat skis - Volkl Snowrangers circa 1996?
post #8 of 22
first skis - wood with screwed in edges (in 1985/86 : ) with some horrific russian bindings (took 2 men and a hammer to snap me into them)
'boot camps' - 2 coaches, a nurse, lotsa kids, no parents allowed (crying for mommy - i was 4 or 5, when we got older stealing wood from the boys' room instead of getting it from outside, horrible food, freezing in early morning 'warm-ups', night-time warfare involving toothpaste, markers etc and lots and lots of skiing )

jinx
post #9 of 22
Age - 49

Started skiing at 5. I got some department store skis for my birthday and immediately put them on and walked around and around the house on them.

First time at a ski area (rope-tow) I was 9. I learned to hckey stop. It was either that or crash into the parking lot.

I remember Okemo when it was old school Vt. skiing: ice, t-bars and pomas.

I remember Stratton when you could help them clean up the lodge for a free lift ticket the following day.

I remember helping to pack a slope by sidestepping up it with a bunch of other skiers, also in exchange for a lift ticket. (I hear they still do this at Silverton to pack down a base.)

I remember Mammoth when the only way to the top was the gondola and you would get off and have the entire ridge, unbumped, to yourselves.

I remember skiing Park City when Deer Vally was a place where locals rode dirt bikes and shot at cans.

I guess I'm just and old Crank!
post #10 of 22
Quote:
Originally Posted by crank
Age - 49

Started skiing at 5. I got some department store skis for my birthday and immediately put them on and walked around and around the house on them.

First time at a ski area (rope-tow) I was 9. I learned to hckey stop. It was either that or crash into the parking lot.

I remember Okemo when it was old school Vt. skiing: ice, t-bars and pomas.

I remember Stratton when you could help them clean up the lodge for a free lift ticket the following day.

I remember helping to pack a slope by sidestepping up it with a bunch of other skiers, also in exchange for a lift ticket. (I hear they still do this at Silverton to pack down a base.)

I remember Mammoth when the only way to the top was the gondola and you would get off and have the entire ridge, unbumped, to yourselves.

I remember skiing Park City when Deer Vally was a place where locals rode dirt bikes and shot at cans.

I guess I'm just and old Crank!
At Silverton I'm pretty sure it's 2 days of bootpacking for one ticket. Rough deal if you're not tall.
post #11 of 22
51 years old.
First skis 9 years old from local hardware store Red Devils but they are blue

Skiing at Big Gusty , Kane. Pa. on rope tow powered by Model A engine

Graduate to big mountain skiing at Holiday Valley Ellicottvile , New York

Absolutely crazy about skiing .

Get first good skis Head Killy 800's 1970

My non skiing Dad God Bless his soul, takes me to Holiday Valley every Sat. and arrnages for neighbors to take me Sunday all through junior high and high school

Attend Peen State Branch campus in Erie, Pa. to be near skiing. 1973

Graduate college and get located to Decatur, Ill. about as far away from skiing as you can be. I miss about two winters of skiing and am miserable.

Move to Pittsburgh in 1980 and begin 26 years of being a season's pass holder at Seven Springs . Make first trip west to Vail in 1980 and begin 26 year obsession to get back there at least once a year.

Still going strong and counting the days until I get out to Vail again on 4/14.
post #12 of 22
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Originally Posted by Stan from Pa
My sister and I (both in college by then) went to a Neil Young concert in SLC that week. We were two scruffy east coast kids in the midst of 10,000 clean cut Morman couples who had no idea that Neil Young was anything other than a singer of sweet songs.

This brings back good memories...

: What? Neil Young ISN'T a singer of sweet songs? Gosh dangit . . .

"I was lying in a burned out basement
With the full moon in my eyes.
I was hoping for replacement
When the sun burst thru the sky.
There was a band playing in my head
And I felt like getting high.
I was thinking about what a
Friend had said
I was hoping it was a lie."
post #13 of 22
Quote:
Originally Posted by flaviaman
Ski Nanny with Bob Cram on King TV in Seattle
Oh, yeah! I remember watching Ski Nanny while I was laid up in the hospital with a broken leg that I had gotten skiing at Stevens Pass.

Speaking of Bob Cram and Stevens, I was there on the day that he MC'd the opening of Big Chief chair in 1964. They gave the mayor of Seattle (Norm Braman, I think) a lifetime lift pass. It was a big board that had to be worn around the neck on a rope. He gamely skied all of Showcase (full of moguls at that time) with this big board flopping around. I was impressed. But then, I was 10 years old.
post #14 of 22
- First day skiing, GLM lesson at George Gorge in jr. high ski club.

- First skis 1974 Fischer Silverglass 180cm. 10cm longer than any ski I now ski on.

- 1st trip to VT, 3-day highschool trip to Okemo/Ascutney with my cousin's highschool.

- First tree runs Big Dipper and Downdraft at Kmart (RIP trees on Downdraft).

- First day at MRG, was able to push my 50" pole in the packed snow at the top of Paradise all the way up to the grip.

- First day skiing with wife, hired private instructor, said I'll see you in an hour. Best decision I ever made.

- First day teaching, station teaching beginners, assigned job of remedial instruction for those that had been in station 1 for an hour and still couldn't make a wedge, later assigned the job of kicking out people who had skied down the ropetow area three times without failling and telling them where the chairlift was.

- First PSIA event, LI clinic/exam 1997 at Wa, got a bronze pin.

- First shaped skis, Volkl UltraCarver 190cm, way too long and I was going down from 205cm.

- First super-steep gulp run, Dynamite at Tremblant three years ago, for eastcoast, it is freaking steep, 43*.

- First time skiing with my son(4yo) on real chairlift-serviced trails where he was skiing on his own, this years several trails at Wa a few weeks ago after he had four lessons in the previous weeks.

- First time I said to myself "hey, I'm pretty good at this ski stuff", getting my silver pin at Mt. Snow last week.
post #15 of 22
I'm 44 (inside, I'm 21! )

-I started going skiing when I was 3. It was more like my father was holding me while he skiied. My dad used to drive us almost 8 hours over night, then ski the next day!! (roads were bad then, thus took a long time to get there).
-The first big mountain I went to was in Nagano, Japan. I remember the black leather boots with laces. I remember my father putting lots of oil on the boots and the leather gloves. My father had the black Head skis. All I remember about mine is that they were all red.
-Everytime before skiing, I had a bowl of oatmeal with lot's of sugar. Almost 40 years later, I can still smell that oatmeal. I was very happy, with my breakfast, in my ski gear, about to go on a wonderful adventure of learning new things about skiing.
-In my teenage years (I think), my dad and I ventured out to Hokkaido, Japan. There, my dad got me some lessons with Yuichiro Miura, the guy who skiied down Mt.Everest, and skiied down Mt Fuji, using a parachute as a stopping device. Back then, I didn't realize what an honor that was. I was just a kid. I'm grateful to my dad now.

These are some of my earliest memories.
post #16 of 22
1st time skiing...pain 13 years old
2nd time skiing...pain 16 years old
3rd time skiing...pain 24 years old
Then finaly at 30 spent a year at Mountain Creek learning what real pain is all about. Ice is painfull. But things got better, I got addicted, and now it's one of the few thing I really like to do. Now the only pain is when the season ends.
post #17 of 22
Started around 1973 (age 6) at Jack Frost Mountain. Has a pair of red wooden ski's my dad bought at Two Guy's Department Store in Trenton, NJ (like a K-Mart). Took my first group lesson kept falling when my ski would pop off. All the other kids were mad cause I was slowing them down. By the end of the lesson I was crying. Dad came to pick me up and the Instructor looked at my ski's. Turns out the DIN was still set at the lowest setting! Raised it up and I didn't have any more problems!
post #18 of 22
Lace up boots and to get the best fit, you soaked them with a hose during the summer and wore them all day till they dried. Strange looks from the neighbors in Trenton, NJ, sitting on the front porch in shorts and ski boots; my feet were like prunes .. it takes a long, long time for boots to "sun dry" while they are on your feet.

I still look around for my rope tow gripper, aluminium handle with a slot for the rope. I saw it in a box about ten years ago.

White Stag ski jacket .. Elan wood skis with a "sintered/cracked" edge, each one inch section was screwed in but (in theory) it "snaked" across the snow?

Still have my old Barrecrafters boot tote, aluminum with a handle.

"Jill" with the blond hair and sparkling blue eyes, that I tried to catch; but never could on the "intermediate" slope at Belle "Mountain" ... (180 vert).

Do I remember? Like it was yesterday!

It was wasn't it?
post #19 of 22
- 1959 skis attached to feet.
- First season pass 1965 $25.00 (for both brother and me).
- First trip to Tuckerman s 1966, May 15 - lots of snow.
- First broken leg 1969, off a ledge at Petersburgh Pass.
- First Heads 1966.
- 1969 lodge burns down.
- 1978 July in Italian Alps - great snow and great people.
- 1981 season at Whistler.
- 1987 married...
post #20 of 22
-first skis were Vokl wood skis with cable binding and Henke leather boots.(1963)
-I didn't want to learn how to ski but my parents forced me, after first run off the Jbar at Gore Mt, NY, I was hooked. Did not know how to turn or stop so I headed towards my father at the bottom and he grabbed before I crashed into the lodge.(1963)
-first trip to major resort(Mt Snow), in awe of tram over the lake from hotel, outdoor swimming pool.(1964)
-first hicky exchange with my girlfriend under one of those nice wool ponchos they gave you to ride the long and freezing East chair at Gore.
-first ride on the gondola at Gore(?)
-month long ski bumming in Colorado(1970), spending the good part of an afternoon following Stein Erickson around at Snowmass. He was my hero growing up and we had the same skis.
-first trip to Tuckermans...wow!(1972)
-the drive from Vermont to Laramie, Wy to start grad school, but mostly to ski the western powder.(1974) Never mentioned that part to my parents.
-after a day trip to Steamboat from Laramie, hit a slick patch of ice and did (3) 360's going down Rabbit Ears Pass but ended up fine. Drove the same Toyota Landcruiser for 18 years.(1975)
-the drive from Laramie to Jackson after securing employment and a place to live in Jackson. Paid 180/m for a just built 1br apartment.(1979)
-the winter two avalanches killed 2 ski patrolman at JH, after the second one the resort was basically closed for 2 weeks.(?)
-watched late afternoon evacuation of the tram(?)
-the day we watched our friend Andy Chambers be the pacesetter of the Olympic Downhill at Lake Placid. Bill Koch winning the silver medal in x-country and the hockey team winning the gold.
-was in a condo in Teton Village repairing the sink disposal when the news kicked in over the program I was listening to about 911 incident unfolding.
-hitting some death cookies, flying thru the air separating my shoulder at JH(1991)
-the drive from Wyoming to Vermont, back home again after 23 years out west.(1996)
-witnessing the devestation of the ice storm of 1997(?) in the northeast and the flood of 1999(?) in the Mad River Valley(Vt).
post #21 of 22
51 years old.
1959...first run down the front yard with the rubber boots on and things on my feet from somewhere....no base...no edges...lean to turn around the dogwood tree...use the pavement to stop.

1960..discover there are places you can go ski where there are rope tows to take you up the hill...dad buys more gloves.

1960-1970..mom..dad...sis and cousins take the sport up

1971...First inverted move on a golf course in CT. First try short...second long...third perfect...jump up and down for 10 min.

1972..1st trip to Tuckermans (holy crap)

1974..start teaching skiing full time (discover I'm broke)

1976...get my full cert pin

1978...discover what a knee popping sounds like (and feels like)

1979..took a shot at DCL (pass the skiing part...pass the teaching part...flunk the exam : )

1980..move west to teach and it doesn't snow that season. (I'm the director...on salary )

1980-1986..teaching in Summit Co, CO...meeting (and training) some of todays noteable guys...who are still good friends. (discover I'm broke)

1986-1990 Return to New England to suffer through the late 80's recession with my construction company and work part time in the Ski biz.

1996 ..discover the Colorado Pass. (finally making some money)

1998..move to the South (no such thing as local skiing anymore)

2004..manage to find Epic Ski.

2005/2006...throw a massive party in the Spring for the Epic members.
(discover I'm broke again)
post #22 of 22
  • 4 yrs old - First pair of skis - wooden hand-me-downs from my older brother. My dad put a fresh coat of paint on the tops each season. I had mine painted fire engine red with a white lightning bolt on the tips. Cable bindings with a brand new concept - a turnable toe piece for extra safety!
  • Having my parents so convinced that I was going to break both my skinny ankles skiing that the springs on my cable bindings were set so low, everytime I got on the chair lift, the force of the chair picking me up off the ground would pop me out of my skis.
  • First pair of metal skis - a pair of dirt brown Head Mercury's.... What a step-up from my old Fischer wood skis!
  • Getting my first pair of buckle boots. Still leather, mind you, but with buckles so you could really clamp 'em down.
  • The old boot trees that you clamped your boots into at night to keep the soles of your boots from warping.
  • Thick down 'marshmallow' coats and mittens and leather face-masks, so you could keep skiing when the high temp for the day was only -10.
  • My beloved Hart Javelin's - broke 'em on Regulator Johnson at Snowbird the first year Snowbird opened. Would be years before I found another ski that worked as well.
  • After years of hand-me-down boots that never fit (and skiing in pain because of this) - convincing my parents to get me a pair of the first foam-injected boots - Nordica's - that turned out to fit worse than any boot I've ever owned.
  • First gaper sighting - while standing in those blasted Nordica's getting the foam injected - watching this big-haired, pretty young thang in a bright yellow one-piece suit pick up a pair of bright yellow race boots (Nordica, Beconte, ??) and say(put your best Texas twang here) "Daddy, Daddy, buy me these! They match my outfit!"
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