dmc
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Tomorrow we have my Dads funeral... he was a fun guy and a good skier.
He is the number one reason why I chose the life of riding and skiing. Skiing became an important part of my family and still is.
He forked out the cash for me to take my initial turns in the mid-70s at a little ski area in Ohio. Until I ruined my gloves and he had to replace them.
He bought me cross country skis and i spent HOURS in the woods exploring. And learning how to get around.
He encouraged me to go ski with him at Big Boulder after we moved to NJ. We even used to run over there for early turns on Christmas Day.
He saved a took our entire family to ski in Austria 2 years in a row. He bought me my first new skis when i broke my hand me down skis on the Stubai Glacier. We walked around Innsbruck looking for them... Drinking beer and eating strudle.. Finally got a cool pair of Kastle skis.
When my Mom couldn't make a trip - he took me to Aspen for a week. We skied the power of the Big Burn in Snowmass and had the best time! We couldn't afford to eat out and had to pack lunches.
We continued to ski as I got better and better - and we started heading up to the Catskills to ski at Belleayre and Windham.. Dad was terrified of Hunter's terrain - he was more of a gental cruiser.
After I became a Hunter regular - he's come up with me and we'd ski chicken ridge before I'd head over to the westside for the steeper stuff...
He already had altzheimers when I finally made the move to Hunter and never visited - which will always make me sad. But he smiled when i told him about my adventures at Hunter and skiing around the world. And loved my pictures from skiing Kashmir.
Thanks for everything old man! My wish for for everyone to experience the joy that I felt when we were together - skiing mountains and drinking beers.. Trying to speak German and failing..
Thanks Pops! See you on the other side...
He is the number one reason why I chose the life of riding and skiing. Skiing became an important part of my family and still is.
He forked out the cash for me to take my initial turns in the mid-70s at a little ski area in Ohio. Until I ruined my gloves and he had to replace them.
He bought me cross country skis and i spent HOURS in the woods exploring. And learning how to get around.
He encouraged me to go ski with him at Big Boulder after we moved to NJ. We even used to run over there for early turns on Christmas Day.
He saved a took our entire family to ski in Austria 2 years in a row. He bought me my first new skis when i broke my hand me down skis on the Stubai Glacier. We walked around Innsbruck looking for them... Drinking beer and eating strudle.. Finally got a cool pair of Kastle skis.
When my Mom couldn't make a trip - he took me to Aspen for a week. We skied the power of the Big Burn in Snowmass and had the best time! We couldn't afford to eat out and had to pack lunches.
We continued to ski as I got better and better - and we started heading up to the Catskills to ski at Belleayre and Windham.. Dad was terrified of Hunter's terrain - he was more of a gental cruiser.
After I became a Hunter regular - he's come up with me and we'd ski chicken ridge before I'd head over to the westside for the steeper stuff...
He already had altzheimers when I finally made the move to Hunter and never visited - which will always make me sad. But he smiled when i told him about my adventures at Hunter and skiing around the world. And loved my pictures from skiing Kashmir.
Thanks for everything old man! My wish for for everyone to experience the joy that I felt when we were together - skiing mountains and drinking beers.. Trying to speak German and failing..
Thanks Pops! See you on the other side...
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