You know, you meet some real characters along the way when you have skied as long as I have. My friends from skiing are special, and I always look forward to reconnecting with them when the new season arrives. Some of them I see during the summer from time to time, and I always give them my tired old greeting…..” hey I didn’t recognize you with your clothes off.” But we laugh and catch up and can’t wait to see each other during the upcoming ski season.

I have also made some friends over the years by introduction from other friends. Like my friend from Vermont, ( now Tahoe), who introduced me to his friend from Vermont whom I always called Todd the Dairy Farmer. Todd skied with us at Killington from time to time and we also took him to Tuckerman Ravine back in the day. Todd was a big guy and kind of dressed like he was still working the farm in Vermont. Flannel shirts, baggy ski pants, and changed from cow patty stained work boots into ski boots. He didn’t say much, probably because I dominated the conversation like I usually did. But he was quiet and unassuming. But man did he ski fast. I learned in a hurry not to get in Todd’s way.

Now when you paired up my friend Eric, ( from Vermont and now Tahoe) with Todd, it became an unsaid race between the two and I always followed behind because you didn’t want to get caught in that fray. All of us in those days had 207 GS skis and never wasted any time flying down Cascade and Superstar at Killington, and all points skiers left and right. Eric, as I had always known, was very competitive. He still is. Todd always took up the challenge. The best part about Todd, aside from his competitiveness with Eric, and his lightning fast turns, is that he had already put in a full day on his dairy farm before he had met up with us. He told us his day usually started at the wee hours milking the cows, feeding them, cleaning the barn, with most of the work done before the sun rose. So, when Eric and I thought we were the tough guys being there at the crack of dawn drinking coffee before the lifts started, Todd had put in a full day. He was now ready to rocket some turns before he had to return to the farm. He didn’t say much, like a lot of Vermonters, but when he clicked into his bindings, it was game on.

We usually got a lot of runs in before most of the crowd made their way to the old K chair, and it is no wonder. I was always leary of someone coming out of a side trail and meandering out into our way. The closing speed would have been devastating to the approaching skier, and I always tried to be careful. But those two would never look and run after run, it was a race to see who could get to the chair first. Again, nothing was said. Even on the chair, it was small talk about the farm, life in Bethel, and in general conversations that had to be drawn out of Todd. I had no problem telling them my tales, but these Vermonters were pretty close to the vest. Then it was game on again as we rocketed off the chair lift.

We took Todd one time to Tuckerman Ravine and he had no problem with the camping, or the climbing to ski. I was not certain whether he had been there before or not, but Eric and I gave him our tips and perspective. But as soon as we climbed to the top and were ready to click into our bindings for our run, Todd was off and Eric chased him all the way down to Lunch Rocks where we stopped and got ready to climb again, and again. We thought maybe Todd would tire out with all the climbing, but we underestimated him not only for his fitness, but his toughness and skill, skiing lap after lap on very challenging terrain. Todd didn’t stay as long as we did during the week, because he had to make it back to his beloved farm. But he made his mark at Tuckerman, and with us, who totally respected the big guy.

It has been years since we have skied with Todd, and I asked Eric this past season if he keeps in touch with him. He said that he had not, but wanted to find out how he was doing. We talked about him on the chair at Diamond Peak, and rehashed the old stories of Todd. He was, and still is, kind of legendary in my mind. It is another example of people that you meet during your life in skiing. Sometimes the stories are embellished. But I have to say, with Todd, my memories of him are pretty accurate. I am hoping he is still skiing and still has his farm. Native Vermonters tend not to ski so much and leave a lot of it to the tourists. But Todd was an example of a native who loved his skiing and always put it out there in a big way with us.

I think of a lot of the people who I have met skiing. Interesting people who can’t wait for winter, like me. I can’t wait to see them soon. I have my locals, but also friends spread out all over in ski country. It gives me the incentive to go see them. Hoping we have a good season and remember to ask me to tell you some Todd stories on the chair lift. Thanks for reading and think snow.

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