MY FINAL SKI TRIP
I wanted my granddaughters to witness the old man skiing into his 80’s, and seven years ago my wish was fulfilled. In March 2016, the girls, Delilah and Paige; their fathers, Tom and Erik; and my wife Barbara and I headed out to the Deer Valley ski area in Park City, Utah.
Park City is conveniently located – only a rather short drive from the
Salt Lake City airport, just behind these mountains.
This is the first memorable sight upon entering Park City.
Here are two views of the delightful town.
This is where we were staying, close to the Deer Valley slopes.
Superb vistas such as these were all around us.
Chairlifts abound.
Oh, how I miss scenes like these.
These are some of the slopes I skied on . . .
. . . . and here are the mogul slopes where better skiers plied their trade.
This is Utah Olympic Park, a training area for would-be Olympians.
Stein Eriksen, a great Swedish skier, was the virtual godfather of Deer Valley. Its best-known lodging bears his name, while a lifelike statue graces the entrance to the ski area.
These handsome sculptures caught my eye.
Here’s the family (minus the photographer). That’s (L to R)Tom, Paige, Delilah and Erik on top, with Barbara added below.
The girls were really into this vacation.
They even posed for grandpa’s camera.
After a post-ski hot tub, they tried out the lift right next to our lodgings.
Barbara took this fine shot.
More family . . . .
. . . and even more.
As good as it was, this proved to be my final venture on the slopes.
(Note the absence of skies attached to the boots of the second guy
from the left.)
But what I thought about, as we drove out of Park City back to the airport, was how fitting the trip proved to be to conclude an activity I had enjoyed for so many years.