Did you reunite with your long-lost childhood best friend while waiting in the lift line? Did you see a moose running down the hill while sitting safely in a chair above? Or maybe you crashed into the person who got off the lift before you only to end up marrying him or her five years later. Tell us about it.
The team here at The Know Outdoors wants to hear your favorite tales from riding Colorado ski lifts for our new project: Stories From the Lift.
It doesn’t matter if your story is from the lift line, the chair, or from when you ate it while trying to get off at the top of the mountain. It can be funny, it can be romantic, it can be shocking, it can be just plain weird. It can be anything! Just tell us about it.
Want some ideas of what we’re looking for? Here are two examples from our team:
I was traveling in Colorado alone on a work trip and decided to take an adventure to Breckenridge, my first time snowboarding outside of New England. My phone must have fallen out of my pocket while I was up on the lift because when I got off, my phone was nowhere to be found. I was panicked. I was alone, traveling for work in a state where I didn’t know anyone and now I was without my phone. I did a very horrible, distracted run down the mountain, took the lift back up and walked over to an Epic photo taker with frozen snot on his face.
“I lost my phone and I am panicking.”
“Oh yeah, man, the lift operator has a phone, someone gave it to him.”
It was my phone. My white iPhone in a white case that fell face down into the white powder that someone happened to find, ski down with and take the lift back up to get it to its owner.
—Sara Grant, The Know editor
Back in 2016-17, I had more free time than I had friends. Translation: skiing alone on weekdays. So, I showed up at Mary Jane early one morning and hopped on the Super Gauge lift.
On the way up, I fell into conversation with my chairmates. They were newly married and in their early 20s — from Nebraska, a place unfamiliar to me. We talked about farm economics and politics, and before we got off I offered to show them one of my favorite little tree runs. Turns out the flatlanders could rip.
And then the really funny thing happened: We kept riding the lift and talking, and we kept accumulating more of their family members. Soon, I was leading seven or eight Nebraskans from multiple generations through all my favorite spots. They even invited me to come visit them for the solar eclipse, which was passing over their town that summer. I wasn’t able to make the trip, but the offer still stood when I got in touch six-plus months later. It was a great introduction to the joy of skiing with strangers.
— Andrew Kenney, government reporter
We’ll be collecting your stories and choosing some to be featured both online at The Know Outdoors and in the paper in The Denver Post.
So what are you waiting for? Tell us your stories.