When the party began
I have a remembrance of Buttermilk in 1959. Skiing fraternity brothers from CU brought me to Aspen during semester break in January. Saying “you are not ready for Aspen Mountain; you should ski at Buttermilk.” Renting long boards downtown and then skiing at Buttermilk on the new T-bar was my first intro to skiing. Not having a clue how to turn those things I pretty much schussed the slope, and when a turn came up it was usually a fall. And then there was the T-bar. Now that was a learning experience. Finally after three or four falls I was able to master that monster. A skier was born into me and my Norwegian heritage. It never left; I am still here skiing Buttermilk.
I must mention the nightlife for this 21-year-old student.
The Red Onion was the place. Beer Gulch was better than the Sink in Boulder for this beeraholic. It was impossible to compare the fun we had that weekend. Later it was on to the Limelite Club to hear the Limeliters and others. Boulder was a dry town then, only 3.2 beer available, Aspen was not dry; my party with Aspen had begun.
And like today, the sun came out my last ski day in Aspen. I wanted the fun to never stop.
This year is the 50th for Buttermilk. At this time I will raise my ginger ale to that.
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