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Memories of Tuckerman Ravine

So, last week, several of my younger ski pals made the trek from Western Pa. up to Pinkham Notch, New Hampshire to ski the famed Tuckerman Ravine. One group was a father and son duo, Eric and Jes Sauereisen. Eric and I have been friends for a long time, and it was his first trip to Tuckerman. He and I have talked about it for years but he finally got to ski it with his son. Great experience that they will never forget.

Jes and Eric. Father and son taking on Tuckerman Ravine. Both excellent skiers.

The second group that was there at the same time and didn’t know it, was the trio of Jason Eshleman( of Chair Report fame), Jason’s long time Vermont friend -Makaio Maher, and John Gerardi. John and Jason are excellent skiers and Makaio is a skilled snowboarder. Skiing/riding Tuckerman for the first time was just what the doctor ordered for them at this time of year.

The Three Amigos preparing to climb
Jason climbing the Left Gully.
Seven Springs legend- John Gerardi
Jason and Makaio. Lifelong friends.

Seeing all their posts on Facebook brought back a flood of memories for me. I skied Tuckerman Ravine 7 times and twice one year- returning on the Fourth of July. I would meet my pal Eric Durfee up there and we would climb up Sunday night, get situated in a shelter at Hermit Lake, and spend the week. As many of you know, there are no lifts and every bit of vertical feet that you ski, you earn by climbing.

The climbing and the skiing are steep.
Eric and I back in the day. Young guns.
Our external packs weighed in at 85 pounds. We were there for the week so we had to take everything.

Lots of memories, like when we skied Dodge’s Drop without climbing it first. We broke our rules that we had to climb everything that we skied. We were caught in the fog up top and skied down Dodge’s. Little did we know that we had to slide down on a frozen waterfall until we reached the snow again to finish the run. We laid the only tracks in Dodge’s that day and people were commenting on that from the Hermit Lake shelter area. We smiled. Eric did it with a cast on his wrist which made the most challenging run ….even more challenging.

Storms roll in and out on Mt. Washington, and one time, I sunk in up to my waist climbing Hillman’s Highway. I was a little scared because if I had sunk all the way through, they might have found me in late spring. Eric pointed out the storm behind me rolling in and said we had to get a move on. He was unphased by my precarious position.

You had to be careful to watch for falling rocks and ice as the days would warm up. One day, a Volkswagen sized rock bounced right over our heads. We ducked to the chorus of some people above us yelling at us to get down on the ground. One year- we watched as a group of people had a rope lowered into the crevasse that always opened up below the headwall. Seemed like some guy accidentally skied into the crevasse and it took a team of rescue workers to get him out. They might have found him in the spring as well.

Fourth of July runs
Dodges Drop
Doing the Mt. Washington Hillclimb back in the day. Sunny and warm at the base, 46 degrees and fog midway, and 41 and sleeting at the summit. In September.

Tuckerman Ravine( not Tuckerman’s- common mistake) has a lot of history too. Back in 1939, an Austrian tucked the headwall and skied on to the Sherburne Trail to win the famed Inferno race. His run was legendary, and you can read all about it. I had the good fortune one year to meet him and hear him tell the story for the New England Ski Hall of Fame. Lots of famous skiers have made that trek. You can somehow feel that history every time you are there.

But getting back to my friends, you have to hand it to them. Not too many people from around here make the 13 hour drive, climb up the Sherburne Trail to the base of the Ravine and keep climbing to the top to ski. It is a rite of passage for New Englanders ,but for those of us from Western Pa, it is not a regular stop. Lots of driving and work to get there, but oh so worth it. Jason and his gang are definitely going back, and I am sure the Sauereisen’s will be returning as well. These days I am happy to live vicariously through them and hear their tales as I dream about my past exploits there. I am happy with chairlifts these days, and comfier weekday living spaces. LOL! North Conway and Pinkham Notch are special places and I am glad that my friends got to experience the climbing, the history, and the skiing. Cheers to them for sure. Thanks for reading.

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Keep it Rolling!

” Don’t count your years, make your years count.” – Billy Graham

You know it is interesting, when I spend time on my mountain bike I tend to think about a lot of things. Entering the seventh decade tends to do that and I think about the friends that I have lost, and many who have been injured or are recovering from medical issues. Stuff happens when you hit my age, and I am so grateful to have been blessed with good health so far. I make it a habit to visit people when they are in the hospital, and try to be there for the family of those who have lost a loved one. But I also try to do the best that I can by eating right, and exercising. Doing it all of these years I believe has helped me. But you never know. Try to do the best that you can and thank God every day for your health.

Recently, I finished Dr. Peter Attia’s book called ” Outlive- the Science and Art of Longevity.” The interesting takeaway for me was that he says his methods are not to extend life for as long as we can, but rather to maximize the quality of life in the years we have left. He says we have to backcast to where we are now, if we want to see a future of rolling on the ground with our grandkids and being able to get up off the floor. He says whatever decade in life we are, we need to figure out what we would like for our future and make changes if necessary to create that future.

From the chair at Diamond Peak.

But as much as I think about these things, I also know that you have to keep things rolling. It has its rewards like my last day of skiing this year with my good friend Eric. We had some great snow and I hauled out the fat skis (107mm under foot) and made a day of it. We were the first on the chair and last off at 70 years old. The cool thing is that there were a lot of people there that day who were a decade older than us.

This guy Freddie is 88 and skis 4 -5 days a week.

Lots of vertical that day and even though my friend does a lot of skiing and basically is my mentor on the slopes, he smiled at the end of the day. He said that was one of the best days of the season for him and it certainly was mine. We just need our pal Hutch with us next year. Yes, we don’t ski like we did when we were in our 20s, but we keep it rolling by staying in shape and just going for it.

I don’t ride like I used to back in my 20s,30s,and 40s, but I still enjoy it and can head in a slightly different direction now. I used to be the weekend warrior and loved to chase the age group awards as I got older. I loved to get into the next decade to compete and beat up on the older guys. Sometimes successfully but often getting my head handed to me by an older guy. Now, as I head into this decade, the object is not to be competitive with anyone other than myself. I will still try to eat right, exercise, and basically enhance the quality of life that is left. Not necessarily ” counting the years, but making the years count.” Thanks Reverend Billy Graham. Also, the new Pope Leo IV is just entering his seventh decade in September. He needs to make his years count too. My friend Jaime reminded me that we are older than the Pope. We laughed, but it is kind of sobering too. I always thought the Pope was an old guy. LOL!!

Keeping things rolling along, I like to use a little technology on my rides. It is important to be aware of your state of being while exercising. And the new technology of “wearables” are pretty accurate.

I check out the data on my Garmin watch after a ride and just look at some metrics that are beneficial to me. Lots of data on there that is not necessarily relevant, but interesting things about miles ridden, altitude gained, aerobic and anaerobic effort, sleep quality, HRV status, that can tell you how you did and where you are with your fitness. But nobody knows better than you. You know your body and can listen to it. No matter what the data says, you know better than the Garmin. It can give you some signals, but do what makes you feel good. But listen to the “wearable” if it tells you to back off. LOL!!

In any event, as I wade through this new decade, I won’t think about what can happen. I will just be aware of things. Ride to ride another day, and appreciate things like that last ski day of the season. Thanks for reading, take care of your health, and be there for your friends.

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50 years of Being BOLD

“Maggie- did she say nude kayaking?” With that, I thought Maggie Ostrowski was going to fall laughing on the floor. Maggie was one of our best blind skiers back in the day, a Para-Olympic medalist from the Atlanta Games, kayaker, rower, and all- around great athlete. We just heard Nancy Leverett, the President of BOLD, telling the crowd at the 50th anniversary party at Boyce Park, that we had a lot of “new” events. Aside from the “nude” comments, there were a lot of laughs at this event held last Saturday. BOLD athletes and guides are such fun people with really great senses of humor. BOLD stands for Blind Outdoor Leisure Development which was established back in the 70s by a French ski instructor in Aspen- Jean Eymere. His mission was to develop skiing for visually impaired folks not only in Aspen, but nationwide and Pittsburgh had one of the first chapters – established in 1975. 50 years later, BOLD has had a lot of fun with visually impaired athletes and guides taking part in activities such as alpine skiing, cross country skiing, water skiing, tandem bicycling, camping, hiking, ice skating and lately kayaking and tennis. You have to have a good sense of humor to try these sports with vision issues. Also, the guides have to be patient and have a good sense of humor too. I ran the ski program for 34 years and always told my skiers to ” watch where you are going, will ya?” I always got a laugh out of that one.

Fred Siget, Tom Burgunder and me at the National Blind Skiing Championships back in the day at Blackjack, Michigan

Today the BOLD ski program is run by Scott Gray and his lovely wife Leslie. They both do a great job and took over for me a number of years ago as I retired from BOLD after 34 years of running the ski program. I could write a book about BOLD. Some of the fun times we had, like when I let Fred Siget, our best blind skier, drive my International Scout in the upper parking lot at Seven Springs. It was snow covered and I let him do donuts at night. The first time I guided him was at Snowshoe and the only tree on the slope was like a magnet. It sucked him right in due to my guiding and we laughed as he crashed right in front of the tree. I told him it was the only tree for hundreds of yards.

We had another guy, John Good, who used to ski with a flask of booze, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and didn’t know his right from his left. I would tell him right turn and he would go left. I laughed and said ” the other right, John.” We would laugh and narrowly escape disaster. Or John’s good friend J.R who could see partially on cloudy days and not at all on sunny days. He always wanted to race John and people were afraid to guide him because he skied so fast and often out of control. I think I was the only one who could really keep him in check.

How about at the National Blind Skiing Championships? The hardest week of my life with 13 visually impaired skiers under my watch due to a bad snowstorm and wicked cold conditions. Minus 40 straight temps on a lot of days – not windchill- straight temperature. 40 below. I taught skiing in Maine but never had cold like that in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

I went on a blind skiers camping weekend one time and one of my visually impaired pals, who will remain nameless, drank most of the beer I had in my backpack and began putting the moves on a girl in the lean to right next to me. I told him he was blind drunk. We both laughed.

Maggie Ostrowski and Nancy Leverett are both wonderful skiers, even though Mag is now retired from skiing. Lots of fun with those two flying down North Face at Seven Springs much to the amazement of the folks riding up the North Face lift. Both ladies regularly skied out west and had the skills to ski blues and blacks. I am told that their guides out west were always amazed at their skill levels and when they told them that they learned to ski in Western Pa, they were truly astonished.

We used to use radios to transmit and receive voice commands. The guide had the transmitter and the skier had the earpiece. One time, I used the devices to guide Fred right up to Herman Dupre- the owner of Seven Springs, and tell him what a nice, red, flannel shirt he had on. Herman looked kind of sideways at Fred and told me later, after the gag, that “after all the years of giving Fred a free season pass, he tells me what a nice red shirt I have on.” ” I have to tell you Pat, I was getting a little hot under the collar.” We all laughed at that one. I used the transmitter one time and let Fred ski Stowe slope at Seven Springs all by himself. I guided him all the way to the bottom with me standing up at the top. People came up to me later and said, ” Pat………we saw Fred skiing by himself. Doesn’t he need a guide?” I let them in on that gag too. Fred was a good sport.

Nancy Leverett – current President of BOLD and my nephew Richard

Over the 34 years of running the ski program, I have enjoyed the company of so many great guides who selflessly donated their time not only to guide the skiers, but to drive them to and from the slopes. The skiers themselves have been amazing. Computer programmers, accountants, attorneys, all kinds of professional occupations and doing it while visually impaired. Incredible.

So, when the opportunity came up to attend the 50th anniversary of BOLD, I jumped at the chance. I got to see a lot of old friends, met new people who are involved in the “new” sports for BOLD, and in short, participated in a great event. As the folks came in from a hike at Boyce Park, they had smiles on their faces and as always with BOLD events, lots of stories to tell. I cherish my years with BOLD and hope that it can continue for another 50 years. I told everyone at the event that BOLD did a lot more for me, than I did for it. And that is the truth. Please consider donating to their cause. Western Pa. BOLD PO Box 9101 Pgh, Pa. 15224. Thanks for reading.

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The Secret Stache

Lots of people have a secret stache. Hidden collections of Oreos, candy, money, or other things that perhaps they want to keep quiet and only have available for their use only. I have a few of those, but perhaps my favorite stache is my “private” collection of MTB trails. Well, not so private, but I don’t want to spread the knowledge around too much for fear of private land owners shutting down my access to the trails. But suffice to say that these trails mean a lot to me and they offer me some privacy while riding.

Lately, I have been riding by myself and really enjoy the solace of the peaceful, uncrowded state of affairs on my stache of trails. I enjoy listening to music on my Shokz head pieces as I ride along. I have a rather eclectic collection of music. Grateful Dead, New Riders of the Purple Sage, The Flying Burrito Brothers, Poco, and other sounds from my college days. Other times I have Celtic music or even Gregorian Chant which keeps me in a mellow mood all the way around. My Garmin can tell what kind of music I have on by the results of the ride. But in any case, I enjoy riding by myself on the trails that I kind of keep to myself.

Even in the winter, these trails offer great opportunities for quiet hikes and riding. I have always ridden with groups of people on the road and on the MTB. But lately, I have found that I really enjoy either riding with one or two other people or just by myself with my music. Gone are the days when I have to chase people or have people riding up my back. To have a nice conversation with one or two other people or just having a conversation with myself or singing to myself has been very rewarding. This began as a COVID habit, but stretched into present day stache enjoyment.

My Shokz headpieces.

Now don’t get me wrong. I am not becoming anti-social. I will ride with a group if the opportunity arises, but I don’t seek that out anymore. There is something relaxing about riding with a small group or by myself. Especially on trails that a lot of people do not know anything about. I can still get a good workout and review my progress on my Garmin, but I tend now to do it at my own pace. You can see on Garmin Connect if you are loafing or working hard. But doing it on your own is something that I am finding value in lately.

The finish of my secret stache rides are enjoyable too. I ride to a bench in the area and just sit down and relax to my music. I have shown several of my friends this habit, and they enjoy it. The other nice thing about the bench is that if you look around, you can see the intimate details of the change of the seasons. Those first snowflakes, the blossoms coming out in the spring, the greenery of the summer and the flowers on the sides of the trails, and the telltale signs of the fall with the changing leaves. I really like seeing the change from the position of the bench. The music adds to the atmosphere and then……………I head home.

I am always trying to encourage older people like me with my blog posts. The purpose of a lot of this is to get people out of their comfort zones, take up an outdoor activity, and enjoy the fresh air. Like it is always said,” you don’t quit things because you get old, you get old because you quit things.” As we age, we look at the other sides of exercise. We don’t have to keep up and make it a race. We can ride pleasantly and still get good exercise. We can ride, to ride another day. And you can enjoy your own company and get answers when you talk to yourself. LOL!! So, maybe think about this? Think of your own secret stache of things and perhaps share them or………. keep them to yourself. Thanks for reading.

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven” Ecclesiastes- 3:1

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Nothing like Patriot’s Day in Boston
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The Massacre at Tea Creek
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A Break in the Action

Lake Tahoe near Incline Village

You know, one of my quirks is I like to get as much skiing in as possible during the year- considering the fact that I live in the Mid- Atlantic. This involves skiing locally as much as I can and going on a couple of ski trips during the year. This year, Janet and I took a late trip at the end of March to ski with friends in Lake Tahoe. There are so many great places to ski, and to have the opportunity to see the mountains along with the beauty of the lake is a real treat. But this year, I diverted from my norm and took a day off mid- week to do something different.

Our friends in Tahoe recommended a mid week snowshoe outing presented by the Tahoe Institute for Natural Science. We all jumped at the chance and even though the snowshoe outing was changed to a hike, we anticipated the outing as a break in the action from skiing which was again- against my norm.

Judy and Mike Smith and Janet on the shore of the lake.

As we entered the state park, we were greeted by some volunteers who did the usual sign-up sheets and gathered emergency contact information. But the leader of the group was a young gal named Sarah Hockensmith, who is an outreach director for the Tahoe Institute and is very well versed on the ecology of the Lake Tahoe area. Some of the information that was interesting to me was that most of the tree growth in the area is only about 170 years old. During the Comstock silver mining era, most of the land was cleared to provide lumber for the mines, housing and other requirements for lumber. After the mining era had come and gone, there was an effort to reseed the land and allow for some natural growth as well. So many of the trees are relatively new compared to the larger lodgepole pines and other large pine trees that survived the onslaught of the Comstock clearing.

Emerald Bay

Sarah also told us all about the turnover of the lake, how the volcanic granite soil acts as a natural filter to keep the lake so clean.( The cleanest lake in North America), and also the dimensions of the lake. She reviewed with us the native species of plants, animals and fish as well as the invasive species that have caused some issues. But suffice to say, the lake is super clean despite the traffic that surrounds it during high tourist seasons.

The natural waterfalls and the backdrop of the Sierras provided a wonderful picture for all of us on the hike. We all see the mountains when we go on ski trips and marvel at the majestic peaks as we ride the chairlift. But to have some of the nuances explained to us by a naturalist familiar with the area, was a rare treat and well worth the day off from skiing.

The beauty of the area and the natural attributes attracts some folks who have made Tahoe home. After going on that hike, and also looking at the mountains and the lake again during our ski times, I was reminded of why I like it so much. Janet had never seen it in the winter and had the opportunity to see it during a warm and sunny week. Full disclosure, she went back to Pittsburgh after a week, along with the Smiths and I stayed for a few more days. Had the opportunity to ski some powder as the weather changed right after Janet and the Smittys left. Felt kind of bad that they missed the powder as I pulled out my 107s, but you know what they say? No friends on a powder day. LOL!!!

88 year old Fred and Janet.

An interesting side story is about the people who really value skiing in the Lake Tahoe area. The gentleman above is a friend of my friend who lives in Incline. Fred is 88 years old and skis about 5 days a week driving from his home and back to the Tahoe resorts. ( About a 60 mile commute) and one or two days he drives all the way to Mammoth ( 2 +1/2 hours each way) because he loves the Sierras. And- he is the first one in the parking lot each day. He told me an interesting thing on the chairlift. He said he has a real passion for the sport and the passion is fueled by drive. I love that statement. Passion fueled by drive. He is a beacon of light to me for my future in skiing.

This will be a wrap for the ski season for Janet and me. But I was wholeheartedly surprised at the wonders of the hike and so glad we took the time to do it. Sometimes you have to take a break from the skiing and enjoy the area and what it has to offer. I am not usually accustomed to doing that as I try to jam in as much skiing as possible. But don’t make my mistake. Take the time to see the mountains and the lakes. I have been to Tahoe many times but never took the time to really hear all about the beauty of that area. I also am impressed by people like Freddy who make the trek to be a part of the scene and my friends who live in Incline. They have chosen a wonderful place to live.

As I flew back to Pittsburgh, I thought about all what we had seen and how much fun we had. Can’t wait to go back. I love ski season and I love the mountains wherever I might find myself. Thanks for reading.

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The Donneybrook

The Cliffs of Moher in Ireland
The bridge in Cong, County Mayo. Film site of “The Quiet Man”

So, it is St. Patrick’s Day, and I thought I would post some fun thoughts about this famous day for those of us who are of Irish descent. Recently on a trip to Ireland, we were treated to a visit to Cong in County Mayo to see the site of the filming of one of my favorite movies- ” The Quiet Man.” One of the key scenes in the movie is where Sean Thornton ( John Wayne) takes on Squire Danaher ( Victor McLaughlin) in a “donneybrook” or a public fight all through the fictional town of Innisfree. You have to see the movie to understand the reason for the “donneybrook” but suffice to say- it is hilarious and rather typical of what happens in Ireland after a few pints and some heated words.

Also- typical of what happens is, after the fight, both parties retire to a pub and begin drinking pints together. In some ways, the fight or the donneybrook, is like a sport. And when you see the scene, you can understand that a lot of Irish guys have the fight or sport in them. In the movie, bets were placed , and in many ways- it is like a sporting event with the finale always celebrated together in a pub.

Our first two pints at the Temple Bar in Dublin.

Our tour guide in Ireland was Brendan McCarthy, who told me that people in Ireland are usually buried at noon. So if anyone says to you, ” you will be going out at noon” those are typical fighting words and you better be prepared for a ……….donneybrook.

Now, I have been to Ireland twice, once riding my road bike, and recently with my wife Janet. I can’t wait to go back, but my first memories of the Irish go back to my time with great friends of my family- the Faulkners. Bill and Eileen Faulkner were friends of my folks, and their kids are my friends to this day. But
” Wild Bill” taught me a lot of things about the Irish when he would take me with his family to the Irish Center in Pittsburgh. Lots of music, lots of “craic” as they say in Ireland, and very funny senses of humor throughout the scene. ” Wild Bill” also taught me about the custom of some of the Irish guys to have a ” go” in the parking lot. One day, when Eileen and the girls left me to take care of “Wild Bill”, he sat me down at the bar at the Blarney Stone Restaurant and bought me a pint. Next to us was this guy named Paddy Mahoney. Wild Bill looked over at him and acknowledged his presence but then proceeded to say to him………..” you always had an eye for Eileen, didn’t you?” Paddy responded ” your damn right I did” and both guys stood up and began to approach each other. Knowing what was coming, I stepped in between them and told them to stop, and I would buy them a pint. They both smiled, sat down and drank my purchased pint. I think I may have stopped a good one there all over the good graces of Eileen Faulkner. She would have been mortified if she were there and that fight ensued.

Another example of a donneybrook was when the former commissioner of Ross Township, Coleman Mulkerrins, a native Irishman, came up to me at the Irish Center. Now I knew Coleman and knew that he was kind of a wild man, so when he approached, I wondered what he wanted. He said,” Pat- lets you and I go out in the parking lot and have a go.” He was not angry with me, in fact he liked me. He only wanted to show me ” what a tough cat” he was. His words. I responded that I knew he was a tough cat and to celebrate that, why not have a pint? He smiled, liked the idea, and put his arms around my shoulder’, and we walked together to the bar. Coleman and Wild Bill are no longer with us. I don’t think Paddy Mahoney is either. But all these guys showed me the quirky personalities of some Irish guys and what floated their boats. Donneybrooks are not unusual, and what I came to learn is that not all of them are of malicious intent. The sport of it requires a post pint and lots of laughs sometimes with missing teeth. The Irish, who have made their way here, are fun and enjoy being in America. Listen to them, they are funny, talented, and will be some of your best friends ever. Just beware if someday they look at you and say……………” you’ll be going out at noon”. Slainte.

Brendan McCarthy making Janet a St. Brigid’s Cross.

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Smorel Mountain

Andrea and Wendy.

I am lucky, as there is nothing more warming than coming in from skiing and getting a nice hot chocolate, with or without marshmallows, from these two friendly ladies. You can also get the makings for smores and also Nature Valley granola bars to help jump start you into the rest of your day. Nothing like a chocolate buzz to fuel you as you go out and pound Wildcat for the rest of the day. But that is not the real story here. The compelling reason for this post is to tell you all what a great group of people we have at Laurel Mountain or as the ladies call it- Smorel Mountain.

Janet and I just returned from the spectacular private ski club in New York state called Holimont. Like I spoke about in my last post, the people at Holimont are so welcoming and proud of the atmosphere they have created. Janet and I both say the same atmosphere is at our Laurel Mountain. Things like the complimentary hot chocolate and treats are just part of the atmosphere, and the ladies above always give credit to Vail . But it is hard to imagine that a corporate entity a half a country away is in touch with our local mountain enough to care about hot chocolate and marshmallows for their customers. I will give Vail credit as Andrea and Wendy would have me do. But the friendliness of the people who work at Laurel is, in my mind, very regional and not necessarily tied to a corporate philosophy. The courtesy of the employees and the camaraderie of the regulars at Laurel make it a place that we love. The Smorel Mountain cart is just one of the many pleasantries that make the customer at Laurel want to come back. We need more pleasantries in our lives. Nice to get away to the mountains. Away from the stress of everyday life, the internet, and the news. Nothing like pulling into the lot, seeing your pals, clicking in and ripping down the mountain, observing the beautiful Laurel Highlands on the way back up the chairlift. And then stopping, to get………………a hot chocolate.

So, there is a lot of talk these days about Vail and how they manage our three local areas. But I tend to give them some slack as they are just getting to know the local areas which they hope will be feeder areas to their larger bases out west. Like Steve Gurtner always says, we are lucky to have Seven Springs, Laurel Mountain and Hidden Valley. Vail does it differently than the Nuttings. And they both do it differently than the Dupres. But we all know that the investments made will have to someday pay off and whether one entity does it better than another is always up for discussion, and I won’t do that here. I am here to talk about hot chocolate- courtesy of Andrea and Wendy and, oh yes, Vail.

I think the cool thing about the complimentary hot chocolate is that we all love getting a free treat. It is always kind of rewarding to receive a gift especially if it is not expected. The Smorel Mountain cart is new this year and I, for one, love to come in and partake. As much as I like to relentlessly pound Wildcat, it is a treat to come in, get my hot chocolate, and have a chat with all the wonderful people at Laurel Mountain. Ski friends are cherished ,and we really look forward to seeing them and miss them in the off season.

The Laurel Outdoor Fireplace
The view into the Ligonier Valley never gets old.

The hot chocolate is really kind of a physical metaphor for the atmosphere, the people, and the attitude of Laurel Mountain. I will miss it when the ski season ends soon. We are headed west but after that, it is over. Then I will be riding down the steps at Laurel, on my mountain bike, to the outdoor fireplace, having a seat in the Adirondack chair. I will be looking around at the empty lodge, thinking about skiing Wildcat, and about all my ski friends, and counting the days until the snow flies again. I will also be thinking of that first sip of hot chocolate and the joy of that little ritual. Thanks Andrea and Wendy, and of course Vail…. and ….thanks for reading.

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