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"By the time wed skied back down to Green Chair, she was ready to do it again! She hadnt conquered her fear of heights but reasoned if she kept her eyes shut until we told her to open them, she could handle another ride up Peak. It was worth that much to her to have the opportunity to ski through that scenery one more time."
The other thing Dougs known for at Ski School is One More Year. Its what he answers whenever hes asked how much longer hell teach. Hes been answering that way for longer than most people last in Ski School. Next years no exception. "One of these years, Im going to have to pull the plug on teaching. If Im going to teach, I want to teach. I dont want to end up going through the motions.
"As soon as October rolls around and I see a little dusting on the mountains, Im keen to go back at it," he says. "One more year."
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On March 26, 1930, Mahatma Gandhi was nearing the end of his 200 mile protest march to the sea where he and his followers were determined to defy their British colonizers monopoly by making their own salt. Gandhi arrived at his destination on April 5 th . The next day, Hostess Twinkies were invented.
Mrs. Guthrie gave birth to a boychild and named him Don while that was going on.
Don grew up in Vancouver and two things were in his blood from the very start mountains and the culture of Japan. Florence Kamura was the love of six year old Dons life. She was sweet and smart and polite. She wore neat, little white socks and Don speaks of her 68 years later much as Jedediah Leland in Citizen Kane spoke of the girl in the white dress on the departing ferry who he saw for just a moment in time but whose image stayed with him a lifetime. Don adored Florence. Florence knew nothing of this. Thats the way things are when youre six years old embroiled in a cross-cultural romance.
As a teenager, Don would catch a bus or ferry and head for Grouse Mountain to ski, in a manner of speaking, a manner preserved now only in museums. Skis were long, bindings were primitive and the best skiers skied with a single pole between their legs to help them stop and change direction. Of course it was a blast.