Got in a quick 5 laps on the t-bar this morning before
jetting to work. I was skiing solo…and
rode each time with a different companion:
Rider 1) Lived in Maryland but his wife grew up in Breck.
She was raised in the house across from the Breck post office and her sister in
a longtime friend who lives in Alma and works at our vet’s office.
Rider 2) Asked to ride on the left and when we got on I
asked if he had a knee issue. Turns out he had knee surgery in Vail (a patellar
graft) a year ago, is a former competitive slopestyle kid who now mainly to skis
in movies… and used to ski with my brother when he coached moguls for Team
Summit. He is headed to the north island of Japan in February…and has competed
in La Clusaz, France among other places.
Rider 3) Was an organic ice cream food truck owner from
Denver…but he grew up in Cumberland, Maine down the street from my parents’
house. Also a proud Sugarloafer!
Rider 4) Was maybe 28…from New Jersey but made a bunch of
money in finance in Manhattan, had spent the summer in South America trekking
and had moved to Breckenridge to ski. He told me he had saved enough money and
didn’t need to work anymore.
Rider 5) Was a kid from Houston who parents own a house in
Genesee near the wacky spaceship house you can see from i70 that was in the
Woody Allen movie. He was a junior in college (studying computer science). I
asked him if he was considering moving to Breckenridge…I think I may have
messed with his head. J
Canterbury Tales of the T-bar…so good to be back up there
and the skiing was great…steep and fast.
