Loveland, 05-Feb-05, on 50 year old wood skis
Sadly, my father (the original owner of these skis) is dead. I would love to have heard his memories of these things. About 50 feet behind me in this picture are some of my fathers ashes. I had a really nice "daddy" moment as I paused there to share the experience in a spiritual way. He rode these twigs HERE before I existed. Dad, here are a few ugly turns for you. I sure miss ya.
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