The following is a guest blog from Nick Holmes-Smith, owner of Mustang Powder Cat Ski.
There was a lot of excitement among the gang of kids that skied at Borderline ski club in the late 60’s. Rumour on the hill was that our T-bar was moving to Mt. Baldy, the big beautiful round peak to the north.
We all loved our existing little ski hill. Anarchist was located just east of the Anarchist Summit on Highway 3 east of Osoyoos. As a kid, one doesn’t need a monster ski resort – doing dozens of short laps was enough. But we were all getting older, and the thought of long runs and the varied terrain was enticing.
When the move to Baldy finally took place, there was a bit of disappointment since we still only had our short little T-bar for the first year – located on a shoulder of Baldy, not on the main mountain. We kept looking up and dreaming of the day when a lift would be where it belonged – up high.
Finally, a T-bar was purchased (second hand if I remember correctly) and installed up to the 7000’ level on the big mountain.
On the inaugural day, it was decided that the two old Scandinavian codgers would be on the first T-bar (the rest of us kids elbowed our way to be on the T-bars right behind them). Big grins were on the faces of these two old Euros whose ski career began before World War 1.
But those grins turned to panic and terror as the two old farts were lifted off the ground, spun 270 degrees in the air, and set back down facing sideways. Then, they were dragged for a while (they were determined to be the first ones to the top of the lift), then lifted again, spun again, dumped, dragged and then finally left in a heap. Being nice young punks, we steered our T-bar around them, didn’t look back, and carried on to the top.
Then, off we went down The Shaft, flat-out fast. Mt. Baldy was heaven!