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post #31 of 53
The snow tans sitting at the top of the hill on Sunday afternoons for the wine and cheese parties (wine=soft drink for me because I am usually still on duty).

The shovel races that signal the end of the week at "my" little area and doing last sweep after the races collecting anything that may have been lost on their decent (or picking them up if need be).

Skiing with friends and family. (Areas other than the one that I work at).

My niece's face when she saw her new snowboard with boots and skis, poles and boots on Christmas day (can you say SPOILED!).

My weekend at Cranmore with the Austrians (Hannes Schneider Meister Cup, New England Ski Museum).

Working at the Boston Ski Show (New England Ski Museum).

I could go on and on and on.

Winter is by far my favorite season!!!!!!!!!!!!!
post #32 of 53
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Originally Posted by dp
Like skiing 2500 vert ft of corn last Sunday?
Almost.

I'm thinking more like a morning on the glacier, afternoon by the lake, and an evening throwing down beers in the village. Go to sleep and repeat the next day.
post #33 of 53
Remembering my sons first day on untracked powder (dense "velvet" as described by our resident Austrian), snow so smooth it felt like you were on air and the magic of a kids first fresh tracks.
post #34 of 53
Easily the most memorable was my first time at Vail at the top of Lionshead off the back of the mountain where there is a little wooden platform that is sometimes used for religious services and just relaxing.

Well, on that platform is a little plaque detailing a "cross" embedded in a mountain on the otherside of the valley. Try as I might, I couldn't find the cross, but what I did find was an amazing cigar that I had stored in my pocket earlier that day (in a sealed aluminum tube so it was fresh and undamaged).

While I sat there looking out over the valley, catching a glimpse of a skier in the far distant back bowls, watching the few clouds float overhead, I just enjoyed the heck out of that cigar realizing I was in a blessed place that had been graced by so many people before me.

Only then did I realize that my daughter's were up on that platform with me (they had come out of ??Eagle's Nest??) and snowboarded over to find me. So, at the top of a pristine Rocky Mountain, on an absolutely amazing spring day, with a cigar and daughter's and the entire world at least a million miles away, I got to experience that nirvana moment I've only experienced a few times in my life.

That's what keeps me going in the summer, running, doing "wall sits" and sprints, doing squats, watching what I eat (man, I hate that part) and scouring eBay for cheap gear to add to my closet while I wait for that first snow . . . all in an effort to be 'ready'.

That memory, and the picture with all of us on the top of that mountain will stay with me forever.
post #35 of 53
i know some of the east coasters only have memories to keep them warm at night, but in my case, why shouldn't i still be making memories.
lassen this weekend and shasta in august...
woohoo!
post #36 of 53
1) Skiing double diamond lift line runs and trees with my 7 yr old son and 8 yr old daughter
2) Skiing under the guns on White Heat with my wife (not much snow from mother nature this year)
3) Skiing Tuckerman's solo in mid-may and enjoying a cold Bud at the top of the headwall
post #37 of 53

One memory I'd like to forget!

May not be my favorite memory, but because of a group of witnesses, it is one that has been replayed over and over ad-nauseum whenever our family gets together no matter if its spring, summer, fall and winter.

Second time ever skiing, Mardi Gras day at Breckenridge 11 years ago. The last run of the day, my bother-in laws, nephews and my son are getting off the lift with everyone waiting on me, I'm on the last chair. To exit this lift you come off a fairly steep runway with a hard right turn to enter the blue runs. Between the lift and run is a 15ft drop off to a run out. Well, yours truly departs the lift lookin like I know what I'm doing, make the right turn with speed and style impressing my long time skiing brother-in laws (had a lesson that morning!). Only problem facing me is that I can't quit turning! Before me is a 4x8' trail sign hanging 4ft above the snow...I'm heading straight for it! I duck under at the last second totally out of control...however I'm still looking good to my audience!
Here comes the drop off...I launch in grand style, plenty of air under my skis, gravity takes over, I land back wards in powder snow (No one would ever ski this) sliding feet first down ravine. Finally I jam my skis into an approaching tree which checks my sliding deeper into it. Buried in snow up to my arse, mardi beads scattered everywhere, my wig hat on back wards, I look up to everyone peering down, including the ski patrol, laughing hysterically. By then a large crowd has gathered joining in on my humiliating skiing adventure!
Finally a compassionate ski patroler took pity on my predicament shuffling 1/2 way down to take my gear and toss it back up. By the time I climbed out and reached the edge I was down to my tee shirt perspiring like an old dog. Of course the bantering didn't stop there...We all skied down to a slope side cantina for the first of many beers of the evening. To add insult to injury, no sooner did I have my first beer I hear these guys next to us laughing about that idiot who skied off the run at the top of the lift, of course my wonderful family is rolling on the floor pointing their finger at me, the idiot. All was not lost however, these same guys did buy me several rounds of beer !
post #38 of 53
My favorite memories are not of actually skiing, but just living in Frisco, CO after i got out of college. One of my favorites is sitting in the Burger king on Rt6 in Dillon one evening, with silver dollar snow flakes coming down so hard you couldn't see across rt6. Another good memory is driving across Dam Rd (Dillon Dam) in a white-out so bad that I couldn't see more than about a foot or two past the hood of my truck. I must have been driving about 1-2 mph and stopped several times, but was awe-struck by how hard it was snowing.

My favorite skiing memory of living there was skiing the trees around Pali lift at A-Basin in another one of those silver-dollar snow storms, and just standing silently in the trees, listening to the silence and feeling completely at one with nature. I remember thinking "If I'm struck down by a bolt of lightening right now, I'll die a happy person.". It was one of those days when, by the time you made it half way back up the hill for your next run, the tracks from your last run were completely filled in. Eternal first tracks
post #39 of 53
Echoing other sentiments here it has to be meeting and skiing with all the Bears I met this year. Awesome people all and meeting more next year keeps me focused on skiing during lawn mowing season.
post #40 of 53
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Originally Posted by JohnH
My favorite memories are not of actually skiing, but just living in Frisco, CO after i got out of college. One of my favorites is sitting in the Burger king on Rt6 in Dillon one evening, with silver dollar snow flakes coming down so hard you couldn't see across rt6. Another good memory is driving across Dam Rd (Dillon Dam) in a white-out so bad that I couldn't see more than about a foot or two past the hood of my truck. I must have been driving about 1-2 mph and stopped several times, but was awe-struck by how hard it was snowing.

My favorite skiing memory of living there was skiing the trees around Pali lift at A-Basin in another one of those silver-dollar snow storms, and just standing silently in the trees, listening to the silence and feeling completely at one with nature. I remember thinking "If I'm struck down by a bolt of lightening right now, I'll die a happy person.". It was one of those days when, by the time you made it half way back up the hill for your next run, the tracks from your last run were completely filled in. Eternal first tracks
That sounds unbelievable. I'm headed out that way as soon as I get out of school. I know the lightning strike feeling you're talking about; I experienced something similar in the Beyond Beaver Pond Glade at Jay, after a 3-foot dump.
post #41 of 53
I think about making a long traverse above Alyeska, AK, last March, getting to that place where you stop, look down across your tips at the bowl spreading out below, take a breath and push off. Last thoughts roughly, "OK, this is a sweet...oh yess...oh sh*t yesss!!"

Pardon me while I go fondle my skis.
post #42 of 53
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Originally Posted by beyond
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Pardon me while I go fondle my skis.
You are among friends, we understand.
post #43 of 53
Thread Starter 
I need to go wax my skis now just to appease my need for snow...
post #44 of 53
Quote:
Originally Posted by JohnH
My favorite memories are not of actually skiing, but just living in Frisco, CO after i got out of college. One of my favorites is sitting in the Burger king on Rt6 in Dillon one evening, with silver dollar snow flakes coming down so hard you couldn't see across rt6. Another good memory is driving across Dam Rd (Dillon Dam) in a white-out so bad that I couldn't see more than about a foot or two past the hood of my truck. I must have been driving about 1-2 mph and stopped several times, but was awe-struck by how hard it was snowing.

My favorite skiing memory of living there was skiing the trees around Pali lift at A-Basin in another one of those silver-dollar snow storms, and just standing silently in the trees, listening to the silence and feeling completely at one with nature. I remember thinking "If I'm struck down by a bolt of lightening right now, I'll die a happy person.". It was one of those days when, by the time you made it half way back up the hill for your next run, the tracks from your last run were completely filled in. Eternal first tracks

thats how i want to go
post #45 of 53
Skiing Wildcat (New Hampshire) the last Friday it was open in March. They groomed most everything Thursday evening WHILE IT RAINED, and on Friday the whole mountain was a solid sheet of ice. The wind blew hard upmountain, keeping the whole thing frozen solid all day.

I skied this solid stuff, mostly alone as most people sat in the bar waiting for it to soften up. Most of the time I just loudly skidded, left side, right side, left side, right side, ugly ugly, scraping my way down the ice. But there came that moment when magic happened. I LUNGED my torso over my skis and forcefully downhill, set my ski edges slicing forwards, waaaaaaay behind me and way above fall line, and rode a carve on ice. It was scary, and thrilling. I remember the amazing sense of plunging forward and downhill over my skis, and my feet curving around me, catching up, and zooming ahead as I folded in the middle, then I lunged again. Those skis held their edges, and WOW!! it felt great.

I think about it all the time. Can't wait.
post #46 of 53
Out of bounds run in perfect cold smoke, deep powder conditions. Hitting an unexplored chute with new friends for the first time. The anxiety of watching the first skier complete a cut then sking the gut of the chute, and following with the slough deep and fast at my back; finally reacing the choke and running up the side letting the slough run by. Then the tail skier slaying the chute taking big air off the side and plunging into the valley below with a whoosh of running snow chasing behind him. What a run; what a day!
post #47 of 53
It was the first Thursday of the season at Snowbowl, and I was heading down an untracked West Ridge which had received 8.5 inches of new, after riding the forth chair of the day. After the worst snow season in over twenty years here, the novelty of floaty turns was enough to bring nothing but laughter, gasps for breath, and exclamations, from me, and a couple others who had popped out of the "Windows" trees, in utter surprise of how good it was.

Well, now that I think of it, there are many other times that compare, but that's the first one that sprung to mind.
post #48 of 53
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Originally Posted by BushwackerinPA
Early tram runs at snowbird after i was interlodged overnight in 2 feet of snow.
You win.

I had some nice days this winter.

Early in the season a co-worker and I showed up at the bottom of Tucker Mtn @ Copper. A friend was driving the cat and he let us cram in the cab for the first ride up the west ridge for the year. We had completely fresh tracks. We beat the cat back down and got back in for the second ride up. We would have taken a third, but the folks waiting in line were giving us the evil eye by then.
post #49 of 53
Another memorable time was taking my nieces' children ages 8 and 9 skiing for the first time, and having them loving it so much and doing so well that we had to take their father with us the next time. I gave the father a pair of my skis because he liked skiing so much and wanted to ski with the children again.
post #50 of 53
December conditions last year - all the early weather.
post #51 of 53
Climbing and skiing Dutch Draw at The Canyons after I took my buddies picture with my phone near the top, his helmet slid down about 1000 feet below. Heading off the lip at the top bowl and retrieving his helmet.

That and pounding through gigantic powder cubes is the only way I can describe it up on Baldy shoulder at Alta, gazing up at the main Baldy Chute from the bottom thinking "I gotta try that some day", hoping I get the privilege.
post #52 of 53
Oh - almost forgot one of my MOST memorable times last year.

My friend and I were skiing down Empire Canyon side of Deer Valley - Supreme trail I think - kind of a cruiser. We were waiting on the side of the trail about to head out again when we got passed very quickly by a small group headed by a white haired instructor with perfect form, just blazing down the trail as if no bumps or crud existed - linking endless slalom/GS turns.

We caught up to the group a little further down. At which point the gentleman leading the group said with a bit of an accent "I didn't mean to SCARE you back dere" at which point my buddy had the perfect retort "No you were ripping it up!"

Turns out it was Stein Eriksen (famous Norwegien skier who helped found Deer Valley)! We skied a little with him then broke off - normally it's big bucks to ski with him so we didn't want to butt in too long, never mind that we had enough trouble keeping up! .

He's around 80 now, winner of a gold in '52 I think it was looks great as ever. Gives me hope that I can look so good in 40 years or so and keep skiing all the while ....
post #53 of 53
Quote:
Originally Posted by ct55
Oh - almost forgot one of my MOST memorable times last year.


Turns out it was Stein Eriksen (famous Norwegien skier who helped found Deer Valley)! We skied a little with him then broke off - normally it's big bucks to ski with him so we didn't want to butt in too long, never mind that we had enough trouble keeping up! .

He's around 80 now, winner of a gold in '52 I think it was looks great as ever. Gives me hope that I can look so good in 40 years or so and keep skiing all the while ....
Wish I had a dollar for every Stein Encounter story I've heard. You should enjoy this thread, including fine Stein photo from around the time of your encounter by carbonissimo:
http://forums.epicski.com/showthread...=Stein+Eriksen
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