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post #1 of 15
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Hi everyone,

I have to give a speech in a couple of weeks and I thought that I would call upon you guys ... please share some short stories with me.

I'd appreciate your contributions to any of the following questions:

1) What is the hands-down funniest thing that ever happened to you while skiing/on a ski trip?

2) What's your skiing inspiration? Why do you spend the money, make the time, drive the long hours, etc.

3) When did you learn to ski, and why?

Replies: either here or on PM -- could you please reference the question number(s) in your reply? Thanks!

If you're interested, I can share the speech with you after I write it.

thanks,
kiersten
post #2 of 15
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Originally Posted by klkaye View Post
Hi everyone,

I have to give a speech in a couple of weeks and I thought that I would call upon you guys ... please share some short stories with me.

I'd appreciate your contributions to any of the following questions:

1) What is the hands-down funniest thing that ever happened to you while skiing/on a ski trip?

2) What's your skiing inspiration? Why do you spend the money, make the time, drive the long hours, etc.

3) When did you learn to ski, and why?

Replies: either here or on PM -- could you please reference the question number(s) in your reply? Thanks!

If you're interested, I can share the speech with you after I write it.

thanks,
kiersten
1) This one time I was on a lift at Okemo (the black ridge triple), and this single was riding with me. I was in uniform. She looks at Sel's Choice, looks at me, and in all seriousness goes "Where do they keep those bumps in the summer?" Without flinching I reply "oh, right back there in that big storage bulding. See it?"
I have other funny tourist stories, but they might not be entirely appropriate... They involve the bar after work and a game... PM me for details, it's pretty entertaining.

2) Skiing is life? I don't know, I couldn't imagine not skiing. I don't spend the money.. I do, but I find steep steep discounts or employee discounts. Winter Park / Copper season pass via Wells Fargo for $185, Colorado Pass, etc. I love the drives. 24 --> 9 in Colorado is rather nice. And there's always that buddy in the ski town with the really comfy floor.

3) I learned when I was 7 at Mt. Snow with my dad. Who knows why. I learned to ski well enough to rip when I was 14 and started working at Okemo. I had to be good or I wouldn't have anyone to ski with.
post #3 of 15
#1) Funniest
Our family had a season pass at Powder Ridge, CT. We knew better, but my parents had a friend from Georgia that was visiting and wanted to go skiing on New Years Day. At the time, Powder Ridge was notorious for overselling tickets whenever they could and over reporting conditions, etc. One of the things they over reported was the availability of ice skating at the resort. Sure they had a lake and somewhere in a box they might have had 3 pairs of skates, but nobody ever skated. Hell, they never ever cleared snow off the lake.

Well sure enough, we get there early and get a couple of runs in before the hungover lemmings show up. When my third run involved a 45 minute wait for a 2 minute run down the hill and I saw that the line had doubled for the next run, I decided to retire to the rooftop restaurant to kick back and lemming watch. After a while I saw a guy trudge out to the middle of the lake with a shovel and start to clear snow off the ice. After 5 minutes, another guy comes out and they chat for a bit. 10 minutes later out comes a snowblower. Another 10 minutes goes by and then another guy comes out. They chat for a bit, and a while later out comes a garden tractor. Another 10 minutes goes by, but when the next guy comes out the two guys start doing hand signals about how thick the ice is. Sure enough, out comes the big ole farm tractor. That guy is at it for all of two minutes before ...

kkkkkkkkkccccccckkkkkkccckckckckckckckckckck and the guy goes flying off the tractor with a little yellow trail left behind. Yup, he'd driven over a spring and the tractor had cracked the ice. But no, it did not quickly slip through the ice. It just started sinking in ever so slowly. So out comes an armada of flunkies armed with long thick chains and winches. By the time they've got 3 lines triangle tied to trees on the shore and gotten them winched tight, the tractor had one wheel sunk to axle depth. Except now they can't get the tractor out because the ice has refrozen around the wheel. So what do our brilliant geniuses do? Why, break out the chainsaws of course! And what happens when they break the wheel free of it's frozen embrace? Well, the whole wheel just slides in deeper of course. By the time we left for the day, they had packed up all the lines and the only thing left of the tractor was the steering wheel poking through the ice.

And of course not a single person left the lift lines to go ice skating. But the crowd at the restaurant was kept entertained for hours. It couldn't have happened to a nicer bunch of weasels!
post #4 of 15
Oooof, I am not good at typing stories. buy me a scotch at the bar, have a tape roecorder ready and we can go at it. But I have some doozies.
post #5 of 15
1) While ridding a lift a Copper in the early days snowboarding this self proclaimed expert skier proceeds to tell me how great he is and how I have no business being on the slopes with a snowboard. All the while he is adjusting his suspenders on his bibs. I'm not sure he how did it but some how he managed to get the back of his suspenders underneath the back of the chair. As the chair came to the top he stood up and got snapped back into the seat and went around the bull wheel. Still cracks me up to this day.

2) I could write a book on what drives me to skiing in the winter. The best comparison I can give is I'm like a dog in heat come late fall to early spring. There is something in side of me that years for it. I'm not picky I'll take easy groomers thru the most challenging steeps. Give skis or snowboard I don't care just let me slide on snow.

3) I learned one week after my 16th birthday. I had always wanted to ski but never had the chance to go. I blew my birthday money on ski gear and finally had the transportation to get myself to the slopes.
post #6 of 15
This one time..at ski camp...
post #7 of 15
3.) Age 38. I had always wanted to ski, ever since high school. I guess I was intimidated in high school and as the years progressed each winter I felt even more that it was "too late."

Then it was New Year's Eve and I thought, Not ANOTHER year where I never learned to ski. So on impulse I drove up to Windham Mountain in the Catskills and took a class.

That was almost 4 years ago. Each year I got better and better. Now I have my own skis and boots and I'm doing black diamond trails with some moguls.

Looking forward to mastering moguls this year. The joy I've experienced these past few winters has been incredible. I've been taking my young nephews with me, so that they can learn the joy at an early age.

The moral of the story is: If you want to do something, DO it. Time's a wastin.

I'm having a blast and today I put my ski boots on just for fun! I know it's early but I did that and I even visited this site too. I'm very excited about the upcoming season. I'm making plans to do 2 weekends in Vermont his winter and the rest I'll be doing in the Catskills.
post #8 of 15
Gee, you've been reading this site for how long, and you still need stories!? Wow!!
post #9 of 15
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Originally Posted by therusty View Post
#1) Funniest
Our family had a season pass at Powder Ridge, CT. We knew better, but my parents had a friend from Georgia that was visiting and wanted to go skiing on New Years Day. At the time, Powder Ridge was notorious for overselling tickets whenever they could and over reporting conditions, etc. One of the things they over reported was the availability of ice skating at the resort. Sure they had a lake and somewhere in a box they might have had 3 pairs of skates, but nobody ever skated. Hell, they never ever cleared snow off the lake.

Well sure enough, we get there early and get a couple of runs in before the hungover lemmings show up. When my third run involved a 45 minute wait for a 2 minute run down the hill and I saw that the line had doubled for the next run, I decided to retire to the rooftop restaurant to kick back and lemming watch. After a while I saw a guy trudge out to the middle of the lake with a shovel and start to clear snow off the ice. After 5 minutes, another guy comes out and they chat for a bit. 10 minutes later out comes a snowblower. Another 10 minutes goes by and then another guy comes out. They chat for a bit, and a while later out comes a garden tractor. Another 10 minutes goes by, but when the next guy comes out the two guys start doing hand signals about how thick the ice is. Sure enough, out comes the big ole farm tractor. That guy is at it for all of two minutes before ...

kkkkkkkkkccccccckkkkkkccckckckckckckckckckck and the guy goes flying off the tractor with a little yellow trail left behind. Yup, he'd driven over a spring and the tractor had cracked the ice. But no, it did not quickly slip through the ice. It just started sinking in ever so slowly. So out comes an armada of flunkies armed with long thick chains and winches. By the time they've got 3 lines triangle tied to trees on the shore and gotten them winched tight, the tractor had one wheel sunk to axle depth. Except now they can't get the tractor out because the ice has refrozen around the wheel. So what do our brilliant geniuses do? Why, break out the chainsaws of course! And what happens when they break the wheel free of it's frozen embrace? Well, the whole wheel just slides in deeper of course. By the time we left for the day, they had packed up all the lines and the only thing left of the tractor was the steering wheel poking through the ice.

And of course not a single person left the lift lines to go ice skating. But the crowd at the restaurant was kept entertained for hours. It couldn't have happened to a nicer bunch of weasels!
Award winning story for the descriptions of the 'weasels'!! Ah, we know them well. :
post #10 of 15
So, there was this time at the ESA where...

...oh yeah, what goes on in the exercise room, STAYS in the exercise room

So, there was this time at the ESA where...

...oh yeah, what goes on in the tub, STAYS in the tub.
post #11 of 15
#1. Sitting in the bar at Stevens Pass, WA in the old lodge. Night skiing was in full swing. Temps outside were in the low 20's and it was snowing. The bar had tall windows looking up onto Big Chief Mountain. The run you could see is called Showcase. They did not groom this run much at the time and it was usually filled with moguls. This is in the mid 1970's.

Someone looking out the window calls everyone's attention to two guys half-way up the mountain. One is taking off his clothes except for his skis and boots and the other is holding them for him. The first guy takes off, obviously to streak the base area. He skied down butt naked and ended up right in front of the lodge. The plan must have been to have his buddy deliver his clothes at this point, but unfortunately for the naked guy his friend had set out a yard sale when he biffed on a bump. He was frantically picking up the clothing and putting his skis back on while those of us in the lodge were having trouble breathing and staying in our chairs.

I don't remember how it ended.
post #12 of 15
(1) I have a lot of memories to choose from, and I cannot as such guarantee that this is the single funniest, but it's the first one that came to mind:

About four seasons back, I was skiing with some college friends at Holiday Valley in western NY. Ahead of me on the same trail was a very cute girl that I had a bit of a crush on. I saw her and a friend make it to the lift line at the bottom of the trail and look up to watch people while they waited. In a moment of lapsed judgement I decided it was a good time to demonstrate my prowess on the mountain, in hopes that she'd witness my talents and justify making out with me in the near future.

This particular trail had a cross-cut trail about fifty yards from the bottom of the run, complete with a nice lip that set up perfectly to the runout at the bottom of the trail. I was lined right up and threw caution to the wind. "Okay, Kev, go big or go home. 'Copter time," went my inner dialogue. Everything was perfect... my approach speed, balance, everything; "This is gonna be great!" But when I hit the lip, in all my excitement I popped so hard that I actually popped out of both my skis just as I began my rotation. The result, I quickly degraded into a spinning airborne mass of shame. My skis flew fast and far in opposite directions. Two painfully long seconds later, my body hit the unforgiving ground with a muffled "pth" sound.

Immediately upon getting to my feet I was fixated on collecting my scattered gear. By the time I had everything collected, I looked up and the object of my affection was nowhere in sight. I had a moment of relief... "oh, thank GOD she's not here right now. Maybe she didn't even see that..."

Later that evening, I ran into her at the base lodge. I approached to say 'hi,' but she beat me to the punch.

"Hey Riker! Loved your yard sale today!"

I cleverly handled the situation by putting on a sheepish grin and finding a nice corner to hide in.

1st impressions... dammit


(2 and 3, since both answers are really the same) I was born into a skiing family. Multiple relatives were ski instructors. If I'd lived closer to the mountain, I'd have become one. Seeing as how I had the family connection, I always managed great deals on gear and lift tickets, so the costs were far from prohibitive.

I actually cannot remember back to the time in my life before I knew skiing. I learned at age 3 and it has become a part of my identity. Skiing will never be anything less than my first love.
post #13 of 15
I think the request was for "short" stories?
post #14 of 15
I don't see anything longer than two pages of your typical paperback posted up here thus far... that is remarkably short for any "story".

klkaye: please feel free to skip right over therusty's and my posts if they're too much for you to absorb :
post #15 of 15
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Originally Posted by Phil Pugliese View Post
Oooof, I am not good at typing stories. buy me a scotch at the bar, have a tape roecorder ready and we can go at it. But I have some doozies.
klkaye...(apology for short hijack...)
Phil,
Capturing all of those golden moments with all/each of your many different skis!...& burn some CDs... Make em' into a Pugliese Collection....
....or am I just jonesing for some snow days...
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