The Skier

To the tune of "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers.

On a cold December evening
On the Brandywine creek branch road
I met up with a skier
She was too tired to speak
So we sat down to dinner
and she gulped down all my trail mix
as out headlamps they grew dimmer
she began to speak

Son I've made a life
Out of looking for the powder
Not confusing it with chowder
Or that broken crust
And if you don't mind me saying
You skiing needs improving
You can't ski all you find here
with a kick turn and traverse

You've got to know when to crud bust
Know when to ski cut
Know when to parallel
Traverse out and run
Never count your turns up
halfway down the mountain
Or you'll have face plants a coming B
efore the day is done.

-by J. Wong, December 31 1994. This song first appeared in the VOC Brew Hut log book. Inspired by 2000 vertical feet for breakable crust.