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Warren Miller: How about an Aspen Victorian for just $10?

Warren Miller
Special to the Aspen Times Weekly
Aspen, CO Colorado

Even before the good old days got under way, Ward Baker and I struggled over 11,000-foot-high Loveland Pass one spring in a 1937 Buick convertible Phaeton, towing a then-revolutionary tear-drop trailer. Fortunately we had a gallon jug of fresh water we could pour into the steaming radiator, and we gave the engine a rest before skidding down the western side of the pass headed for Aspen.

In those days there wasn’t a single ski resort between Loveland Pass and Aspen. No Vail, Keystone, Breckenridge, Copper or Beaver Creek. The dam that created a much larger Lake Dillon had not been built yet. With the smell of burning brake lining, we finally got down to the valley and began the long climb over Vail Pass. We were in no hurry so, when we reached the bottom of that pass, we stopped and made a couple of peanut butter and jam sandwiches while watching the sheep before moving on to Glenwood Springs.

No one knew that 15 years later Vail would be created, a ski resort with a support-community population estimated at 35,000 people, about the same as Bozeman, Mont., is today. In 1947, the town of Avon was barely a wide spot in the road.

We continued west on a narrow, two-lane winding road along the Colorado River to Glenwood Springs and then took a left turn along the railroad tracks that led to Aspen. It was Aspen’s first winter as a ski resort instead of a mining town.

It had been an eight-hour drive from Loveland Pass as we bumped into the many potholes in the dirt streets of Aspen. We parked near the old Lift One. It was advertised as the longest chairlift in the world. And it was at the time.

Freidl Pfeifer, who had moved there from Sun Valley to run the ski school, was wrapping up his day and we invited him for a cup of coffee in the Jerome Hotel. This was one of fewer than a half-dozen places in town to buy coffee.

Were Ward and I pioneers to go there so soon? I don’t think so. I had just spent four critical years of my life in the Navy and we had saved enough money to go in search of our freedom. We could afford six months of skiing, as long as we didn’t have to buy lift tickets and lived in our eight-foot-long trailer. And we found a lot of different ways not to pay for lifts. In 1947, the most expensive lift tickets were at Sun Valley and Aspen, and they were $4 a day and worth every penny. However, minimum wages were 25 cents an hour, so you do the math!

Aspen had been a deserted town ever since the silver boom fizzled in the 1800s. Camp Hale, where the Tenth Mountain Division troops trained, was a cold ride away in an army truck during the war, and soldiers would come to Aspen on their time off and ride up the mountain in the old boat tow.

We hid our car and trailer down a dead-end alley and met Freidl in the Jerome Bar for a coffee and some tea for me.

The highlight of the conversation was when he said, “You guys should buy a couple of these old houses while you are here. You can make them livable and work on construction during the summer and maybe on the mountain next winter. Last year I bought 10 of them for $100. That’s $10 each to get them back on the tax rolls.”

If you would like to buy one of those remodeled “cute Victorian houses” today they would cost between $3 million and $4 million and that’s without a garage.

Unfortunately, Ward and I were water rats and wanted nothing but to spend the summer riding 100-pound surfboards without wetsuits. It would be almost a decade before the wetsuit and light surfboard really revolutionized surfing. I would compare those two items with the invention of the chairlift that revolutionized skiing. Make a sport easier and more comfortable and it will grow as long as it offers freedom to the participant.

The day after our cup of tea with ski school director Freidl, we climbed up the lower lift line to Tourtelotte Park and skied down. The snow was OK, the terrain fantastic, but after riding the three chairlifts at Sun Valley all winter it was not worth climbing the second time. Plus, we were getting very low on money and were still almost a thousand miles from our homes and surfboards.

We straightened up the stuff in the trailer and headed west with a stop at Alta, Yosemite and a week of skiing at Mammoth during the first annual ski instructors certification tests in early May. The unpaved streets and $10 Aspen houses are still burnt into my brain, as I sit here on a small island in the Pacific Northwest working on a biography of a life spent sort of lurching from one near-disaster to the next and stopping often enough to produce hundreds of movies. What a ride!

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