Oh man does that picture bring back memories.
The first time I ever tried skiing downhill was in 1966 was 22 and in my first year of employment at the college.
Our ski club went up to Tupper at night we were using 7 ft 4 in army surplus wooden skis with cable bindings on them and the most uncomfortable square toed leather ski boots I ever wore.
My buddy's convinced me
that because I was a good athlete, was coaching hoops at the college and had been a pretty fair water skier that this would be a piece of cake for me
Yeah well I believed that b*******and went right to the top first thing.
I fell all the way down that damn hill
And the worst part of it was when some little 8 to 10-year-old ski whiz came zipping up to me and said "hey mister can I help you and I wanted to kill the little peckerwood
.
That was it for me. I returned to cross country and didn't go back to downhill until I was 50 years of age.
Those damn skis were as tall as Wilt Chamberlain as heavy as a damn redwood and as maneuverable as a dead seal.
But later on I came to really love Tupper and skied it at least once a week until it closed down
great Hill miss it