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Green bibs abandoned in the bumps

Compiled by Allen R. Smith

An instructor, discussing bump tactics with a class of adult skiers, was interrupted by a tug on his sleeve from below. A 5-year-old girl, wearing the green bib that identifies the youngest ski school students, looked up at the instructor with a forlorn expression.”Can you help us? We’re missing someone.”Off to the side, a group of eight green-bibbers was sitting quietly by the side of the trail. What was an entire children’s ski school class doing in moguls taller than they were?”Where’s your teacher?” the instructor asked. The 5-year-old’s face broke into a smile, “That’s who we’re missing!”- Dave Yost, Vail A big eightOne day I found myself riding up the chairlift with a small, red-haired boy. In an effort to make small talk, I asked him, “How old are you?”He replied, “I’m four.”Then the boy asked me, “How old are you?””I’m eight.”The boy thought about my answer for a few moments, then said, “You’re a big eight, aren’t you?”- Peter Lord, VailWe’ve got a lollipopAt our resort, small children occasionally become separated from their parents and their ski instructors. Resort protocol dictates that you are never supposed to say to anyone, “We’ve lost a child,” lest someone overhear you and become alarmed. Instead, the appropriate response is, “We’ve got a lollipop.”During one particularly busy holiday week, there were a lot of missing lollipops.On the last day of her vacation, a very cordial mother came up to me and said, “You know, this vacation has just been wonderful. You have all been so nice. In fact, we ran into the chief operating officer today and told him how impressed we were with all of the candy we hear you’ve been giving away at your resort.”- Fabian Skibinski, Alpine Meadows, Calif.Vail, Colorado

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