Bristol Mountain
March 1, 2010
These aren’t exactly advertising images and, in fact, I think they are kind of boring… err… quiet documentary shots. But the light was beautiful — warm and soft against the cool snow so I shot for a few minutes while my son was finishing (the heavy crud was threatening my ACL-enfeebled knee).
LOL I think these were from a one-legger guy who I saw skiing. (larger)
Ah yes, pay $55 and wait in line. (larger)
Today features a foot of wet, ungroomed snow over ice. (larger)
Mancuso not Vonn (larger)
This is very “Eastern”. Brrr…. (larger)
Liftlines aren’t as much fun — in the stretch pant days I used to holler for a cute single and a lot of the time a pretty girl would magically emerge from the line and ride up with me. With her Dad. (larger)
Way way back in the day I worked in the ski industry for about five years, as a ski coach and instructor, as well as a janitor, handyman, maid, ski shop monkey, busboy (one-night), chair lift builder, snow-maker (one night), and dog walker. I skied Summers at Mt. Hood and was ranked 174th in Giant Slalom at the zenith of my career. I coached the University of Oregon ski team (who were mostly SoCal Valley cokeheads w Porsches — try managing that) and have broken half a dozen bones in my feet. I lived in my truck, I know Alta like a lover, and I did two damp, icy winters at Sugarloaf. It was fun.
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1. tommy d — Mar 2 2010 02:02 AM
...and you were livin' the *life,* weren't you?
174th? Pretty dang good. When I reminisce I sometimes think, "Yea, but at that one sparkling moment on that perfect day when everything clicked—I just might have been the best on the planet—if not for but 17 seconds. But I'll take it."
Can't *even* begin to put a price on that kind of exuberant freedom, that's for sure.
Amen brother!