One of the things I am so grateful for is that every winter dad would purchase us season passes to the Pajarito Ski Basin. Dad continued skiing until he was 67 years old. I think he used his wooden skis right up until the time he gave up skiing. He skied as a young man back east. He even had saved his itinerary from one of his trips from the 1950s.
On his birthday I drove up to the Pajarito Ski Basin for what probably will be the last time. I hadn’t been up there skiing since I was probably 18 years old.
I loved to ski. I was telling a dear friend of mine that when I went skiing I hated to stop to have to eat or go to the bathroom. I would pack food in my parka so I could eat while I was going up the Chairlift and not have to stop. I didn’t have a solution for the other issue, depends weren’t around back then….lol
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