Before we left for Bend yesterday I snuck up to Heavenly for a few hours to enjoy the snow before the forecasted warm temperatures turned it manky. On the way up Sky Chair, I rode with an older couple in their seventies who were utterly adorable. She spent the lift ride tossing bird seed out of a plastic bag she’s brought, and he sported a grey mustache and a dapper furry hat. He opened up conversation by asking me about my telemark skis, and what prompted me to start it. He admitted it was the first turn he ever made – as a 9 year old boy in Estonia – on leather boots with straps, not bindings.
They lived in the Bay Area now, and came up as much as possible, as Heavenly was their home mountain. He admitted they’d been coming to Heavenly since it opened in 1955. That’s fifty years of skiing together, a milestone I can only dream of reaching with N.