Eat it
So there we were at Mammoth yesterday afternoon, getting our passes scanned before going up Chair Lift 23, when three dudes cut right between Wendy and me to get to the loading area. I don't care if was Monday and there was no one in line; that was just rude. So I said, "What's going on here?"
Me eating outside Warming Hut 2. That's why my face is so funny. We packed our own veggie turkey sandwiches but used the cafeteria's relish packets. You can pretend we're sitting outside in the sun, resting our dogs and telling stories about our day on the slopes.
Shockingly, the lift operator did something. First, he told the guys to stop and then he directed them to get out of the way so Wendy and I could get on first. That was pretty nice.
We shot down Cornice and took Lower St. Anton to get to the McCoy gondola station. That's when I noticed the biggest skier of the three coming right at me. His legs were like shock absorbers and he was sitting too far back, totally out of control. He took a hard fall right in front of me, and lost his skis, poles, and glasses. Yard sale. I carved to a stop, grabbed one of his skis and glasses, took them down to him, and made sure he was all right. He said yes, and I moved on. His buddies gathered and brought down his other gear.
On the next gondola ride, I was laughing about chain of events and told Wendy that I wasn't being spiteful. I just found the situation ironic. You know those guys had to be steamed, no one likes to be lectured--especially if its a skier who feels like he got ratted on by two young-looking snowboarders.
Maybe they were hauling ass to teach us a lesson? To prove they were faster than us or tougher than us? Maybe they were part of the Russian Mafia. Anyway, it must have been like salt in the wound for me to help the guy and then ask him if he was okay.
Usually, things happen and you wish you did something else or said something differently. This time was perfect.
Wendy walking along from the top of the gondola to Dave's Run. We took it all the way down, past Chair Lift 5, did the baby jumps and halfpipe, and unstrapped at the lodge to end the day.
Me eating outside Warming Hut 2. That's why my face is so funny. We packed our own veggie turkey sandwiches but used the cafeteria's relish packets. You can pretend we're sitting outside in the sun, resting our dogs and telling stories about our day on the slopes.
Shockingly, the lift operator did something. First, he told the guys to stop and then he directed them to get out of the way so Wendy and I could get on first. That was pretty nice.
We shot down Cornice and took Lower St. Anton to get to the McCoy gondola station. That's when I noticed the biggest skier of the three coming right at me. His legs were like shock absorbers and he was sitting too far back, totally out of control. He took a hard fall right in front of me, and lost his skis, poles, and glasses. Yard sale. I carved to a stop, grabbed one of his skis and glasses, took them down to him, and made sure he was all right. He said yes, and I moved on. His buddies gathered and brought down his other gear.
On the next gondola ride, I was laughing about chain of events and told Wendy that I wasn't being spiteful. I just found the situation ironic. You know those guys had to be steamed, no one likes to be lectured--especially if its a skier who feels like he got ratted on by two young-looking snowboarders.
Maybe they were hauling ass to teach us a lesson? To prove they were faster than us or tougher than us? Maybe they were part of the Russian Mafia. Anyway, it must have been like salt in the wound for me to help the guy and then ask him if he was okay.
Usually, things happen and you wish you did something else or said something differently. This time was perfect.
Wendy walking along from the top of the gondola to Dave's Run. We took it all the way down, past Chair Lift 5, did the baby jumps and halfpipe, and unstrapped at the lodge to end the day.
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