Rockin’ Ron for Hugh. I’m not always sure what I’m going to write about when I fill in for Hugh (which is an honor, by the way). However, just getting on the Mountain leads me to stories. Here are my mountain moments from today.
I rode the lift with Reg Vance from Ski Patrol. We reminisced about the recently deceased Patroller Mark Archambault, aka Arch, aka Itchy, aka “can’t be printed here.” Reg even played me a message he got from Arch – and there was that raspy, razzing voice. Chills.
Had a break and a bite to eat at the Black Bear. I met and conversed with the Richels from the Toronto, Ontario area. They like the laid-back, noncommercial, and family feel of Smuggs. On my way out, I saw Jammin’ Sam and some Black Bear regulars… can you say trouble? Sam plays guitar and sings at Sunday’s Black Bear Apres Sports Party.
Drifting down Drifter, I chanced upon a couple attempting tandem snowboarding. Now, that’s the definition of #smuggslove. Then I stopped to talk to a father and his young daughter. She was spooked after she caught some unexpected air on Drifter Extension. I found out later that she rallied and even asked dad to ski the glades.
Taking Meadowlark back to the Village, I spied a strange shape. Was it a skiing Lilliputian or Gnome? No, it was Angelina trying to keep up her speed 😛 I will return next week for some more mountain moments. P.S. There’s a photo of Olivia from Atlanta with Mogul Mouse at last week’s Winter Carnival.
