Sunday, September 19, 2010

Ski Stoner and you can ski anywhere

The first time, on long wooden skis, heavy leather boots,
They laced both front and back.
It started there and progressed up slope —
Until you got the knack.
With bamboo poles, a jacket snug and
Cable bindings snapped down tight.
To the bunny hill, a glove-eating monster
A hundred kids, like ants, on hills of white.
The diesel smell and clang of fitful starts and stops,
The rope tow’s safe, you know
Oscar Hamilton will save you fingers, if only treated right.
As you aged and skied and learned the ropes,
The T bar loomed, the ridge, the trees,
The bumps, the open track.
On holidays and weekends, for just nine bucks
Stoner slopes always asked with grace,
Nudged politely, said its piece,
“Please come back.”
The red plastic locks would form a chain on winter coats,
and tell of countless visits,
Chili in the lodge and hundreds of people
Drinking in the mountain spirits.
If you helped the Clarks, and stayed at the lodge,
You knew you may be scrubbing dishes.
The T-bar spring was a deadly tool.
It would take your hat, rip your shirt, rake your back,
Snatch you bald, and prove the fool.
The trick it seems, you skied it twice
On boards, its true, both up and down the hill
From ‘51 to ’83, to the slope, the kids they came,
From towns along the river,
but the special use permit was not renewed,
and Tramway asked for things that area just couldn’t deliver.
It closed, they pulled the hut, the T-bar was taken down.
By ’91, the deed was done. The area was no more.
But if you learned it there, skiing up and down its slopes,
‘Ski Stoner,” they said. “And you can ski anywhere.”
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8 comments:

Anonymous said...

More than one Dolores High
school student came to school monday morning wearing a cast of some sort ... joe bowden '58

Anonymous said...

My grqand mother, mother and two aunts cooked up there when Aikens Had it. I spent many a seasons there, I even worked there with my grandmother when the Clarks had it

Anonymous said...

Loved skiing at Stoner from the 1950s through the 60s and early 70s. I believe the saying. Very special memories with the kids from Cortez, Dolores and Rico.

Ralph Reagan said...

Lousy communists that shut it down.

Anonymous said...

Is there any part of that area still accessible to take pictures of or does anyone have any they can post? I like now and then pictures of such places.

Anonymous said...

Is there any part of that area still accessible to take pictures of or does anyone have any they can post? I like now and then pictures of such places.

Anonymous said...

I have such memories of the Lodge my parents Ruth and Henry Clark owned the lodge from 64 to 73. I have fond memories of waking up on Saturday mornings to the smell of homemade cinnamon rolls, and pies in the oven. My sister and I would eagerly wait for the school buses full of skiers from Cortez and Dolores. We could not go skiing until we had peel the 100lbs of potatoes each morning used to make french fries. In 1964 an all day ticket was $2.50 and a large basket of fries was 25 cents and pie was half price after 2 pm on Sundays. I learned to ski at Stoner and have ski all over Colorado, New Mexico,Utah,Idaho, Wyoming, Oregon and California It really is true if you can ski Stoner you can ski anywhere. Thanks for the memory Angie(Clark)Marin

Trudy Eslick Watkins said...

My Dad used to drive us kids all the way from Moab, Utah to ski Stoner back in the 50's. The only injury any of us got was me learning to ride the T-bar and it hit me on the ear. Loved that place, so sorry to learn it no longer exists😒