It looked pretty dismal in Stowe today with three cars in the parking lot at 8:30.
That reminds me of the last gathering at Stowe. I pulled into that lot and parked right at the edge near that opening in the trees near the right side. The one with one tree at the bottom. Seemed like a good spot. The bottom part of that was a frozen lake that morning and the ice extended some ways up.
I’m standing at the back of the car talking to the parking lot guy. All of a sudden two patrollers, one with a sled, show up at the top of that space. If they go down it, there is no way they are stopping. They are coming straight into us or the car, either standing or on the ground, passed by the sled. All I can think is, “don’t do it..don’t do it...” We stop talking for bit, there’s no time to say anything, we’re just staring up at them. I think had they gone, we might have gotten run over, just standing there mesmerized by the oncoming and unfolding train wreck.
Fortunately they thought better of it and went around.