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For me, it was Mount Southington in Connecticut when I was a junior in college (must've been 20). My roommate throughout college asked me a bunch of times to go skiing. I never thought much about it, but one snowy morning I woke up and said, "let's go skiing". So off we went. I knew I was hooked when I took a full speed wipeout down one of the main blue trails. He also sent me down one of the black diamonds there. Granted the blacks at Southington are pretty tame, but it seemed like a cliff at the time. I distinctly remember looking back up that run and feeling a great sense of accomplishment.
I think we skied at Southington one more time that season and that summer we both bought the same set of cheezy Elan skis. That next season saw us heading up to Snow and Haystack regularly. I still ski with him as often as possible.
I think we skied at Southington one more time that season and that summer we both bought the same set of cheezy Elan skis. That next season saw us heading up to Snow and Haystack regularly. I still ski with him as often as possible.