redneck ski bum wannabee memories

The ski bum trades security for face shots, the future for the moment. Considering how hollow the promise of a corporate career has become, who can say the ski bum is not the wiser investor in his or her youth? -Author Unknown

I have been laid up in various states of financial inconsistency in cabins around the country throughout my life. I have propped my feet up on the hearths of fireplaces using the heat of the fire and the warmth of a hot buttered rum to remove the chill. I love mountains and I love snow in the same way I love the surf. This has been going on a while. My first ski trip was a high school adventure to Gatlinburg, TN in the late 60’s snowplowing all weekend. Then I moved on year by year to Sugar Mountain, NC and Beech Mountain, NC in the early 70’s and later to Paoli Peaks, IN. Each time improving a little and suffering only one broken bone, an arm at Hawk’s Nest.

In the 80’s, on to Aspen, Colorado where I struggled with a real mountain and then annual forays to Mt. Hood Oregon and Mt. Bachelor which were some of the most blissful times on the slopes. Timberline remains my favorite place to stay and the food especially the salmon and the local wines are marvelous memories.

My buddy, Ron (before his passing) and I went to Hunter Mountain in New York and then my pal, Steve and I skied all around Lake Tahoe and Mount Rose outside Reno in the late 80’s and early 90’s as we were in and out of that area a lot. We loved staying at the Silver Legacy and smoking hand rolled cigars.

I had a glorious trip with Gregg and the girls in the mid 90’s to Park City with a side trip to Sundance. Chuck and I had fun at a little ski hill in upstate Wisconsin around the turn of the millennium.

And then in 2001, I spent a few days at Sunday River in Maine where my son learned to ski. It was there I blew out my knee and spent several months in pain and recovering from surgery.

As time passed, Jordan grew better and when we went to Big Mountain in Whitefish, Montana as well as Black Bear he skied faster for the first time.

We spent a week at my old stomping grounds when we made another trip back to Tahoe three years ago.

Many of these places I have visited repeatedly and some only once and I know there are a few forays I have forgotten but nothing is better than the top of a mountain on a clear day enjoying -ski around the country. I wear a knee brace now but it’s still good. I am awaiting this year’s adventure fully aware that …

When it comes to skiing, there’s a difference between what you think it’s going to be like, what it’s really like, and what you tell your friends it was like.

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