February 7, 1999 |
Skiing is like having a crush. Nothing else matters while you're in its thrall. You tell yourself you'll have time for other activities but, almost without deciding, you're suiting up, buying the lift ticket, challenging yourself to be the best you can be--and never able to say "This is the last run of the day." Two weekends ago in Lake Tahoe, my infatuation deepened because the mountain there offered me some of the best snow I have ever skied on.
February 18, 1999
The unpredictable weather of the Sierra Nevada gave 665 athletes from 30 nations a never-to-be-forgotten moment 39 years ago today at Squaw Valley, Calif. It was the opening ceremony for the Winter Olympic Games. Trouble was, no one could see a thing. A snowstorm was in full fury, in near-whiteout conditions. Ten inches of snow fell. Then, just as the ceremony began, the snow stopped, clouds parted and the sun burst through, illuminating gleaming white slopes.