Thank you, Katie, for reminding me of my 20-something skiing days at Alta ... way back in the early 1970s. Snowbird was still a long corridor to not much else back then. The little places at Alta were far more inviting and welcomed me even as a single skier. Never got good enough to join a ski team or even dream of it, but when you're a teenager growing up in Salt Lake City and only a half hour from the top of the hill, skiing was in the blood. My parents, as poor as they were, met and skied for two seasons before they decided to tie the knot. Oh the stories my dad told me about those days. Here's a link to a poem I wrote about him and mom on Ring Around the Basin. https://suecauhape.substack.com/p/to-my-father
Thank you, Katie, for reminding me of my 20-something skiing days at Alta ... way back in the early 1970s. Snowbird was still a long corridor to not much else back then. The little places at Alta were far more inviting and welcomed me even as a single skier. Never got good enough to join a ski team or even dream of it, but when you're a teenager growing up in Salt Lake City and only a half hour from the top of the hill, skiing was in the blood. My parents, as poor as they were, met and skied for two seasons before they decided to tie the knot. Oh the stories my dad told me about those days. Here's a link to a poem I wrote about him and mom on Ring Around the Basin. https://suecauhape.substack.com/p/to-my-father
Great sensory writing and imaging in that poem Sue. Thanks so much for the link!
Katie,
So perfect! Just loved reading it. Makes me think that I am already one of those ghosts but this ghost will be back! (I hope.)
Annie