How cool was I?
It was spring of '64, I was a senoir in HS, (small NE prep), and a member of the varsity ski team.
The last "race" of the season was a fun race open to all in the school who could ski, (including the team). It was a sorta-GS.
The snow was REAL corn, i.e. marble-size granules of snow. If you've ever skied on this stuff, and it takes just the right conditions to get it, it's truly wonderful!
Anyway, the afternoon was warm, so we "Varsity Guys" got together and decided to show the pedestrians how the real men did it. We stripped to T-shirts, jeans, no gloves, and had at it.
I ate it somewhere near the top few gates and did a hand plant in this corn snow. Now, the real story with this type of snow is while it's great to ski on, it really resembles 36 grit sandpaper if you fall in it. I tore all the cutilces out of my fingers and ended up a bloody mess.
: Kewl, huh?
Sooooo, I guess I was ground-zero for gapers!!!