
Originally Posted by
Eldo
I want to tell you guys a story about this kid I will call Jack the little ripper.
The past three days here at Kimberley have been powder days, so I've been heading down early in order to catch the first or second chair on the frontside. Also in line each day has been this teenage girl and her 10-year-old brother, Jack. They claim a spot near the front of the line, and about five minutes before the lift opens, one or both of their parents finally arrive and join them.
Now the whole point of getting an early chair at the bottom is so you can bomb down to the Easter chair, and then score first tracks on the good stuff up top.
Unfortunately for little Jack, he weighs maybe 70 pounds, so he always gets passed by a whole bunch of skiers on the way down to Easter and is quite far back in the lineup.
So today Jack and his sister make third chair at the bottom, and when I get off first chair, the people I'm riding with stop to buckle their boots, and the second chair people start looking at a trail map, so Jack sees his chance. He basically tucks it straight for Easter, and is right behind his sister who is a wicked fast skier.
But I can see some adults are quickly gaining on him, so I make some wide turns and politely cut them off a few times, and Jack pulls up to Easter right after his sister, and I join them for first chair.
And the kid is so excited he's bouncing around like a jumping bean. He keeps saying "I've never had first chair on Easter before, never!" He's talking about which run he wants to do to get first tracks, and his sister reminds him that he needs to wait for their Dad, who is on the chair right behind us. (She is 15, so she gets to take off on her own on powder days.)
Then the kids' Dad yells from his chair that he thinks the snow looks better on the frontside, and he wants to head back there, which basically means forgoing all the pow on Easter and taking a groomed traverse all the way back. Little Jack is freaking out, and saying he finally made first chair, and he wants to get first tracks! His sister says that he needs to stay with Dad, but by now Jack is close to tears.
Just as we near the off ramp, Jack's sister turns to him and says "Follow me." They unload and take off down a run, with their Dad yelling for them to stop. They make turns all the way down to the cat track that leads back to Easter, and after telling Jack to wait there, she takes off down to Tamarack to escape her Dad's wrath.
When I came down Easter on my second run, Jack is still standing there on the cat track arguing with his Dad that he didn't want to go back and ski groomers on the frontside. It made me smile, and I thought a few things: Jack has a lame Dad, a pretty cool sister, and that someday that little ripper would make a fine maggot.
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