"Get out of my line. Get out of my line. Get out of my line. Get out of my line." I couldn't help but laugh. I've been to more than 20 closing days at Killington and I'm getting yelled at. I was taking pictures and video, roasting like a lobster, in the middle of a mogul field on the Superstar Trail at Killington.
The ski area decided to close Sunday, so all the hardcores showed up to ski and snowboard and have a champagne toast at Killington Peak at 4:30.
Most skiers like to visit me while I am taking pictures and talk, but this woman, who was an amazing bump skier and beautiful, drew her line down the 50-yard wide slope and I was in the middle!
I think she said it was "her" line. Maybe she said "the" line. But she made my day. I don't know why.
I guess it made my day the same way the waitresses in their cowboy hats and boots smiled at me at the hoedown at the Lookout Bar &.Grill. Or the skiers and snowboarders crashed down the Superstar Trail like there was no tomorrow. Of course there wasn't. Unless you walk up Tuckerman Ravine. Maybe it was just the sunshine.
Anyway, closing day would not be the same without the aroma of a pig roasting at Moguls on the Killington Road as children played mini-golf and parents listened to live music.
Last day at Killington is a special place when the weather cooperates. It's the circle of life.
