Mountain goats can be hard to spot
One day I was riding up a chairlift with a couple of clients. We were fairly close to the top, when I very subtly “passed wind” as one sometimes must do.
When we got off at the top, the woman asked very politely, “Do they keep farm animals up here?”
I seized the opportunity and said, “Oh, you probably smelled the winter mountain goats. Since they’re white and blend in with the snow, you hardly ever see ’em!”
” Chalky White, Beaver Creek
The Foggy Mountain disappearing act
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One day I was relaxing in the base lodge on a day where a thick shroud of fog blanketed the top of the mountain.
Recognizing my ski instructor uniform, a non-skiing gentleman walked up to me and asked, “Excuse me sir. Can I ask you a question?” I said, “Sure, go right ahead.”
“I’ve been watching all those people ride that chair thing up into the fog. And I notice that all of the chairs on the other side of the cable seem to be coming back down empty. What happened to all of those folks?”
I did my best to maintain the seriousness of the moment and said, “Well, you see all of those people skiing down the hill?” He nodded yes, that he had. “Well, that’s them. That chairlift takes them up to the top of the mountain and then they get off so that they can ski down.”
He backed off, and then looked at me as if I was trying to sell him some Nevada beachfront property. Desperately trying to understand “the joke,” he walked off shaking his head.
“Getting off at the top. Heh, heh, heh. That’s a good one.”
” Mark A. Anderson, Cannonsburg Ski Area, Michigan