I know I’ve been to New Hampshire, but I have no real memories except for learning that the police could monitor traffic from the sky (via helicopters). This blew my mind at the time.
50 Memories: Nebraska
My time in Nebraska was spent entirely in an airport. We were flying home from my first trip to Colorado and had to change planes in Omaha as the direct flights from Denver to Chicago were purchased by skiers who’d planned ahead further than we had.
Does an airport count? I have a distinct memory of Nebraska: our flight from Denver was delayed, but they help the Chicago-bound plane for us as so many on our flight were making that exact connection. As we ran across the tarmac, a baggage handler tried to convince me to give him my ski boots and he would stow them below the plane. I freaked and refused. The ski boots weren’t mine. They were my sister’s and she’d gotten them for Christmas a week prior. If anything happened to them, I’d be in bad shape. I’d rather miss the plane (and, thus, spend more time in Nebraska).
50 Memories: Montana
In my first year of living in Chicago, I joined the Lincoln Park Ski Club. I’d been skiing since Jr High and wanted to check out the ski packages this club offered. With my sister in college, I didn’t have my usual ski-buddy with me, so I was looking for new ones.
At the first meeting, I signed up for a trip to Big Sky, Montana. I’d never been to Montana, so the idea of checking off another state AND skiing was irresistible.
Montana is beautiful. Previously, my experience of skiing “out West” included a couple trips to Vail. Big Sky, Montana is the opposite of Vail – most notably in the density of skiers. I’d finish a run and get right back on the lift. There were no lines whatsoever. It was heaven. One day, we went over to Moonlight Basin – a resort on the other side of the mountain – and skied through the fattest, slowest-falling snowflakes I can remember.
The people of the Ski Club were largely fantastic – very welcoming and warm. Evenings were loosely planned around which restaurant people were heading to for dinner so you never had to eat alone. I made a group of lady-friends and we got to know each other better over hot toddies by the fire of the lodge.
50 Memories: Missouri
My first time in Missouri was when we were driving north during our move from Texas to New York. We stopped in St Louis to go up in the Arch.
Years later, my close friends from High School spent a long weekend backpacking in the Ozarks. On this trip I learned that I hike a lot more slowly than my friends. I think I like the idea of backpacking more than actual backpacking.
Senior year of college, my friend Kelly drove down to Champaign from her school in Madison to pick me up and take us to St Louis for the weekend to visit our friends at Wash U. The six of us had spent the previous year together in Paris and were in need of a mini-reunion. As we were all of age, we went on the Budweiser tour and spent time in the Tasting Room exploring the new Smirnoff Ice offerings.
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