A little story. (because I have a million of them)
In 1970 we had a bunch of kids working for us that loved to ski, so I said we would have a company "Ski Party". We went out to Buck Mountain and I bought everyone passes. Dottie and I rented boots and skis. I have a wide foot and like cowboy boots, ski boots don't come in wide, so they hurt like hell. I found out you can't walk in them either, We made our way outside and asked for the "bunny hill" and was pointed to something that went all the way to the top of the mountain (it looks really big when you're at the bottom more than when you're just passing by on 35W)
As we were walking to the bunny hill we noticed a guy coming straight down the hill. He wasn't turning or anything like that, just yelling. He went in front of us, through the snow fence and out into the parking lot, with all kinds of people behind him. We turned around, checked our equipment in and spent the evening in front of the fire in the chalet. Never went back!!
