This is one the main places we used to ski when we were kids. The big hill with the tree in the middle was number 4. I did number 4 a few times but I did it carefully. I didn’t bomb it straight down from top to bottom.

Number 3 was below the clankity old chairlift. Expert skiers (like not me) only occasionally used it as a ski run.

Number 2 (to the right outta the pic) was not the easiest run for someone like me but I managed it pretty well.

Number 1 was the one I skied on the most. You got off the chairlift and skied down the top “leg” of number one. Halfway down there was a dogleg and a lot of people stopped at that point to chat or whatever. Once my childhood friend Helen’s older sister Grace Anne missed the stop and went flying over the side of the hill and we made up a song about it. “Off she goes into the wild blue yonder, sailing up over the side of the hill”. She was not hurt and how could we be so cruel to a person we loved?

She had probably driven us there that day, in their family’s ANCIENT Buick. We were in junior high and we were awful to our siblings sometimes.

The “intermediate hill” with its rope tow merged with the bottom of Number 1 and then over to the side was the bunny hill where I taught 8-year-olds how to ski a few xmas vacations.

Check out those old cars.

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