I got a litle misty seeing images of the old lodges:
Here's Vernon Valley's lodge, which burned down in the mid-90s and was replaced with a collection of horrible, industrial-feeling domed tents. Seriously, they make you feel like you're in some sort of refugee camp. Or maybe a space port.And here's the old Great Gorge, or South, lodge. It had three bars!!! It was also kinda creepy and to rumored to be haunted. I remember Phil, the director of security, saying he hated going there at night because "There's monstahs down there!" Phil ruled.
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Ah, the old north lodge. I remember Mike C. telling me the happiest day of his life was when he got to work and it was on fire!
Yeah, because that meant he didn't have to work.
I remember kids with their doctor dads and lawyer moms coming to school every day with their ski passes pinned to their jackets from there. They'd leave them on all the time. Pretentious pricks.
By the way, my "word" for the word verification is "luvermnn". Just had to share.
I hear you, Amanda. At my school, it was cool to either have 75 lift tickets hanging from your jacket or, preferably, a season's pass. The really fancy kids had VV/GG season passes AND day tickets for better mountains like Killington. Show offs.
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