But the story of the day came while getting onto the URSA Express. As the group in front of us followed the chair ahead of them out, a little ripper, probably about five or six years old, fell down before getting out to the loading area. Rather than trying to help his son up, his father looked over at the liftie and said "Stop please!" The liftie didn't hear him and the chair came around and ran into the kid (he was OK, he did not get hurt). Seeing this, the liftie stopped the chair. Then the boy's father looked over and said in disgust "Does the word stop mean anything to you?" With this, I turned around the to the girls behind me that were laughing and said "This dude should be more concerned about helping his son up than telling the liftie how to do his job." Nothing is more irritating than a lift that stops while your sitting on it. This guy is clearly not a true shredder. A true shredder would have picked up his son by the back of his coat so that they could get to their run as soon as possible, not expect the liftie to hold up everyone else's shred. When the lift finally started back up and I got to the loading spot, I looked at the liftie, pointed at the guy would held us up and simply said "That dude sucks." The liftie gave out a big laugh and told his buddy working inside the lift shack. It was one of the funniest moments I've ever had on the hill.
One lunch suggestion is to check out Bar 802 in Stratton Village. This bar has six craft beers on tap and the best burger in town for $14. This may seem like a steep price for a burger, but when you consider you will pay the same thing for a frozen one in the baselodge, you may as well head to 802 where your burger will at least be made from fresh, grass-fed beef.
-Steve
"Born On Ice, Perfected In Powder"
Here's a picture of Stratton taken the day before at Bromley.
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