After college, I moved to Steamboat Springs, Colorado to experience the life of, if not true ski bum, at least someone who lived, worked and skied in a ski resort. I’d always wanted to live in the mountains and this was my chance.
But my first year was rather atypical, at least in terms of snowfall. By Sunday, December 19, 1976, when ski season is usually in full schuss, complete with the famous champagne powder of Steamboat, there was only limited snow, with many resorts either not open or with only a few runs open. In ski resorts, to paraphrase, snow is money, and lack of snow translates into no money and people going out of business.
But what does the New York Times have to do with all this and how did I end up on the front page (below the fold)? (more…)
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