Peter sends this photo and story of he and Keith in Colorado:
Here is a picture of Keith and I after skiing A-basin in Colorado a few years ago.
Keith was not an avid skier but he certainly impressed my friends, he was keeping up with most of them. The thing I remember most was that I had never gotten vertigo on a chair lift but A-basin had one lift heading up to the bowl at 12,000 feet that sat just two and did not have a bar that came down for safety. Half way up the drop under us was about 150 feet and Keith noticed I was hugging the pole on the chair pretty tight. At this pint his big brother instincts kinked in: "Dude it looks like you're about to fall, is your ass sliding off the chair, hold on tight man."
By now I felt like my body was made of Teflon and I was griping with my butt cheeks as hard as I could and sweating like a pig (it was freezing!) When Keith realized the true scope of my discomfort he started to swing his weight moving the chair side to side. I tried to punch him in the arm but could not bring myself to loosen my grip. He egged me on. "You want to hit me but you have to let go to do it!"
Then the lift stopped.
I though that was the end of me, the sliding feeling was incredible and he kept up the assault. When we finally reached the top knowing I was a much more experienced skier, I knocked him on his butt and took off over a steep cornice. Keith did not realize I was heading down a double diamond and followed. When I got to the bottom of the chute, I looked back up at him shaking his head sliding down on his rear and laughed my ass off.
He did get up and ski it slowly which was impressive. Not many people can get down that kind of terrain without giving up taking off their skis and trying another way.
Keith was an athlete all the way; he never liked it when his little brother beat him.
The picture was taken at the continental divide, A-Basin's bowl is in the background.
