Never traveled much from Philly in my youth. A college friend invited my to ski at Stratton. The ride up was phenomenal, full moon following a snowstorm. I was amazed just looking at the mountains, Toto, we are not in the Pocono's any more. Stratton was huge!
Ha! My first real ski trip was with a friend back in 95; we drove from from Washington DC to Stowe, VT.
We could cruise the blues of Liberty and Roundtop (600 foot high bumps, if that) somewhat competently at that time. When we pulled into Stowe and looked up --
. By the time we finished our first chairlift ride over Liftline (which hadn't been groomed recently and had massive moguls) we were doing even more
. and wondering exactly what we had gotten ourselves into. The sight of ski tracks in Upper Upper Liftline was even more mind boggling.
We were really glad to see the unloading station of the lift because it couldn't possibly keep getting worse. We quickly looked for the "easy way down" signs and wound up skiing Toll Road all the way down on the first run eventually "working our way up" to the blues. Discovered Main Street (it was a blue back then...) at some point during our stay which for a long time was the steepest piece of real estate that I've fallen down.
The memories of that first "big mountain" lift ride and seeing what "real terrain" looks like has never left me. I've loved Stowe ever since. You never forget your first!