Vail Valley High Country Character: Steve Hackling
Vail CO, Colorado
VAIL, Colorado ” Steve Hackling is England’s greatest export. The 33-year-old West Vail resident moved here in 2000, and has been enjoying the snowboarding lifestyle ever since.
Vail Daily: What brought you out here?
Steve Hackling: I met a kid in New Zealand who was a lifty here the year before and he said ‘It’s the easiest job you’ll ever get. They’ll give any idiot a job.’ and I kind of liked the sound of it…
VD: What’s it like living in Timber Ridge?
SH: It is commonly known as the ghetto, as you well know, but it’s actually alright. It’s warm and dry. It’s somewhere to sleep and that pretty much covers it. However, I’m really fortunate because I have good roommates and your roommates can make or break your season.
VD: What’s the craziest thing that ever happened to you while living in Timber Ridge?
SH: My roommate came home with blood pouring from his head, and I wondered who I would have to go and beat up. And he kept saying, ‘I did it. I did it.’ I said, ‘What have you done?’ He said, ‘I smashed a Rolling Rock bottle over my own head.’ And I was like, ‘Why?’ and he was like, ‘Have you done it?’ And I was like, ‘Nope.’ And he was like ‘exactly.’
That and the time they built the half pipe between the two buildings… Craziness happens at Timber Ridge every day. My roommates are friends with the kids upstairs who have Guitar Hero, so we hear probably the same five songs for at least four hours in a row …
VD: What do you do for a living?
SH: I work for mountain services. We basically keep all of the restaurants, buildings, water systems, everything, running. The guy I work with, he likes to say, ‘We keep the beer cold’ and the other day I actually did fix the beer cooler, so I did keep the beer cold …
VD: What do you do for nightlife around here?
SH: I like to entertain ladies.
VD: Do you have any pets?
SH: …OK, I will tell you about the pet I did have. I was driving down the mountain road and there was a mouse in the road and he was just doing right-hand circles. And I drove over him, like between the wheels and I said, ‘That’s really weird’ and I stopped and I got out and I went to have a look he was just running in a right-hand circle.. so I was like, ‘He obviously can’t turn left.’ So I took him home. I called him Lefty.. He lived with me for a while. He just got worse and worse.. then he died and I buried him outside. There’s a little plaque at the bottom of the stairs at my apartment it says, ‘Here lies lefty.’
High Life Writer Sarah Mausolf can be reached at 970-748-2938 or email@example.com.