The great men’s room caper |

The great men’s room caper

Compiled by Allen R. Smith

In the early days of Vail, there were never enough ladies’ rooms. Compounding the situation, the men’s rooms were always deserted.So, one of the dilemmas that I faced throughout the season was how to quickly attend to my basic needs and get back to my class within the allotted time. I had been “spoken to” about this in the past and had experimented with ways to correct the problem before it came up again during my annual review later that afternoon.After struggling with the problem, I finally came up with a satisfactory solution. I figured out that if I tore off my name tag, put my hair up under my hat, pulled my goggles down over my eyes, while pulling up my neck gator, I could disguise myself long enough to dash into the men’s room and head for one of the empty stalls.I managed to pull off this ruse for the majority of the season. That is, until one fateful day…Leaving the men’s restroom one afternoon, I went to dash out the door just as another instructor was coming in. Standing face to face, the other instructor somehow recognized me.Without hesitation, he yelled, “Gaylord? What the are you doing in the men’s room?” I froze like a deer in the headlights.Standing at the urinals, the ski school director and two of my supervisors craned their necks to see what all the commotion was. Taking a moment to zip himself up, the director walked up to me before I could escape and said, “Uh, Katie. See you at 4:00?”- Katie Gaylord, VailA lesson in animal lifeOne of the many things I enjoy about being a professional ski instructor is not only teaching people about the sport, but also shedding a little light on the great outdoors to folks who have spent their entire life in the city.Case in point: While cruising down Dealer’s Choice one afternoon with a lady from New York City, a snow-white ermine shot across our path. Having never seen one before, she asked about the other indigenous wildlife in the White River National Forest.”Oh, we have porcupine, beaver, fox, bear, deer and elk.” I said.I expounded on the annual cycle when the deer and elk migrate to begin their calving season. I also explained to her how you could determine the age of a buck by the number of points on its antlers.I thought I had made great strides in educating her on the ways of the wild. But arriving at the top of the mountain, she looked at me with a straight face and asked, “At what altitude do the deer turn into elk?”- AnonymousVail, ColoradoVail, Colorado

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