Labor Day, the first Monday in September has come and gone and this is the time of the year to dust off your skis, boots, and poles. But, first, check for mildew in your boots!
A bitter cold wind has been blowing down from Canada for the last three weeks. Ski areas everywhere in the West are announcing their openings. For many, it is the first opening before Thanksgiving in a decade. So much for global warming!
There are some men and women in the world that spend their entire life looking for the meaning of life. I’ve spent my entire life looking for the free lift ticket.
A few days ago I ran across some old photographs that have absolutely no value to anyone in the world except me, for they trigger memories of where my filming career started.
I once gave a talk at Squaw Valley to the American Association of Professional Ski Patrollers. These are the men and women who keep ski resorts running.
I first met Jimmie Heuga in 1951 when he was eight years old. His reputation had preceded him. On a steep rope tow hill at Squaw Valley there was already a tough slalom course set up and Jimmie was running it with the fluidity of a 25-year-old racing veteran.
