In New York City one afternoon, Stan Washburn, the 1950s-‘60s system promotion director for Pan American Airways, suggested that I ride Pan-American Airlines around the world, take my skis along, and call my next movie “Around the World On Skis.” Stan was also the inventor of a ski-training, balancing board called the Bongo Board.
The eastern city limits of Pasadena rise abruptly up to Mount Wilson where there is a 100-inch telescope that was a state-of-the-art telescope until sometime in the ‘30s or ‘40s. Driving by Mount Wilson on a winding narrow road will get you to Mount Waterman. There in the late 1930s, Lynn Newcomb and his son built the second chairlift in California.
The eastern city limits of Pasadena rise abruptly up to Mount Wilson where there is a 100-inch telescope that was state-of-the-art until sometime in the ‘30s or ‘40s. Driving by Mount Wilson on a winding narrow road will get you to Mount Waterman. There in the late 1930s, Lynn Newcomb and his son built the second chairlift in California.
Both the Swiss and Austrian tourist bureaus hosted me on my first trip to Europe in 1953. All I had to do was get to New York, carry my camera everywhere, and expose a lot of 16mm film. It was a very long drive in my panel delivery truck from Los Angeles to New York on a 2-lane highway. The interstate had not yet been built yet.
We had dinner last night in a new restaurant owned by a good friend of mine. It was so loud I had to get up and sit on the other side of the table next to my wife so we could hear each other talk. Later the owner explained restaurants today are designed with acoustics that will always be very loud.
As I stepped off the train in Kitzbuhel, Austria, I had two jobs ahead of me. One was to film the European portions of my annual ski film and the second was to lead a tour of 14 skiers on a once in a lifetime ski trip. I had promoted this adventure from the stage as I traveled that fall and winter, narrating my film in person.
In the spring of 1950, I was surfing at San Onofre when a friend named Burrhead drove up in a shiny brand-new Chevrolet panel delivery truck. It was the perfect surfing wagon and he had already converted the inside into what I thought was the perfect apartment on wheels.
As ski resorts began to be developed across America, it was necessary to have a famous ski racer or instructor from Austria hired as head of the ski school.
Early in the 1948-49 season, I was sitting in one of Nelson Bennett’s log cabins on Trail Creek organizing my new shoelace business as I poured some coffee for a friend of mine who was on the ski patrol. He asked me if I was going to try and get a job working in the ski school.