Most treasured skiing memento?

[Shaaarrrp]

I'm a sucker for ski mementos/memorabilia and think it's super interesting when folks display them in their homes. Whether it's old maps, patches, skis, pictures or gear, they tell a story about people and places in time worth remembering. What's your favorite memento and why?

Mine:

Moving around a bunch as a kid, I skied from time to time but never really loved it. I was very tentative and too scared to really lean into it. And after someone plowed into me and broke my wrist while skiing a Missouri molehill as at 13, I stayed away for quite a while.

Fast forward to 30 years old in 2013ish, gave it another chance on a very snowy day in central Virginia and had the day of days; one I will always remember and that absolutely hooked me back into it.

Then in 2020, I stumbled into LCC/Alta on a road trip thru Utah and to say I was blown away is a massive understatement. I'd never been anywhere before with so much adventure, so many good vibes, so many people pushing themselves and so many people rooting for each other. I know that some folks grew up with this stuff in their backyard and resort skiing doesn't move the register compared to other things but I didn't and it gave me an amazing feeling that had never been felt before.

In late November 2022, I sent a panoramic picture from Alta to my brother. Less than a month later, my sister in law shows up on Christmas with a 12X36 painting of my picture. Obviously I was blown away because it was entirely unexpected and no-one has ever done something that thoughtful for me.

I did not receive the finished product until a year later but it will forever be my most treasured memento and always reminds me of feelings the place generates, even when I'm not there.

[MakersTeleMark]

I found a ski gee on the ground last year. It hangs from a thumbtack on my wall.

[old goat]

An 8 in scar T2-T4

My kid has a framed trail map of every place he's skied, although strangely he didn't frame his Olympic Valley patrol maps. He did give me a set for xmas one year, so I guess thats my second most treasured memento.

And screw Greg from AZ--any forum where people know how to spell memento is plenty classy.

[ghosthop]

A green lift ticket for St. Patrick’s Day at MRG. I spent the first night of that trip questioning why I was freezing my ass off in the back of a Subaru and ended it a week later with three days of thigh to waist deep pow at Jay.

I kept the wicket on my pocket zipper for good luck for years.

[Norseman]

Season pass collection back to age 3.

[Ed el Loco]

I have a collection of season passes and a few dead Bluehouse Districts I have made into coat racks.
The tattoo is kind of cool too.

[romeo tango]

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I've had these since I was a kid ....

fast as fuck and twice as dangerous!

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[Laps]

My grandfather’s skis from the 50s when he was working with the CCC to cut trails on Cannon mtn in NH. Never saw him ski, but he certainly imparted a love for skiing that runs deep.


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[goldenboy]

I have a ticket from the Berthoud Pass ski area when I skied it with my dad that has the date stamped on it- 4th of July.

[MakersTeleMark]

I have a ticket from the Aiguile Du Midi from 12/31/01 where my partner fell in a crevasse and the Franc switched to the Euro.

[swissiphic]

Circa 1985 lift ticket from the little area that rocked, Mt. Hays in Prince Rupert, B.C. Low elevation west coast hill where I learned how to really ski cementometers. I was just a lil wee fucker back then, no partying....yet.

[snowaddict91]

My dad learned to ski when he was 40 and wasn't a very great skier, but he fell in love with the sport and made sure that our family got to ski a bunch. He encouraged me to chase my dreams and move to the mountains after high school. We lost him too soon at 51, but his first pair of skis lived on mounted to the shed he built at the family house back in Ohio. A few years ago my mom said she was taking all the shit off the shed to paint it, and I brought the skis back to mount on my shed.

[Shredhead]

My first skis from 1960.






Mom modified the bindings to -2, added roller skate heals and painted them RED! She was rad.

[MakersTeleMark]

My first skis from 1960.






Mom modified the bindings to -2, added roller skate heals and painted them RED! She was rad.

A true maggette!

[Shredhead]

She was pretty cool!



1963 Berko photo from Aspen.

[warthog]

My french teacher in high school spent her summers in France.
She lived in the same town as Michael Prufer, the winner of the speed skiing demo event in the 1992 Winter Olympics.

She knew how much I loved skiing, so she brought me back a signed poster of his winning run in Albertville in 1992.



It got a little damaged by squirrels in storage a while back, but I framed it anyway for my office.