I first went skiing in 1969. Then in the early 70’s, I rode the ski bus up from Denver to go skiing. Dad took me to Vail. Dad would drop my off @ 6th Avenue and I-70, so I could hitchhike to go skiing. I quit school to be a ski bum. In 1979 I quit skiing, because I felt like an outsider. I was poor, angry that skiing was for rich people. Or at least that’s what occurred to me. I didn’t ski again until 1998.
My brother and sister were 60’s kids. They protested, were hippies. They dropped in, dropped out.
The 70’s were my time; sex, drugs, rock and roll. I had long hair, I was a hippie. Still am. And I still love rock and roll and sex. And it’s still my time.
Here’s the iconic ski posters from that time.