We were on our way to Winter Park. The year was 1984 or 1985. Flying up interstate 70 in the Honda for the first day of Eskimo Ski Club. Kids came in busses from all over Colorado. Some parents even put their kids on trains which rolled to within sight of the lift to send them to learn to ski. My dad drove me up himself. For 16 saturdays. Each winter. Read More
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-M
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