Wowee!!! Riding down a mountain on a snow shovel at 70 plus miles per hours. Sounds like fun. Stupid but fun!

I’d love to watch it too; but, if I did, I’m afraid that I would see a repeat of the Sonny Bono episode where I would have to watch some poor snow shoveler try to mow down a tree. If Sonny Bono had survived, I bet he would have gotten up after hitting the tree, shaken the snow from his pants, looked back up the mountain, and said, “What a stupid thing to do!” Of course, Sonny did not have that luxury.

I love Angel Fire. The chemist lady with whom I worked at Kirtland for almost four years bought at lot at Angel Fire when it was first developed in the Sixties. She and her husband are the people who invited me up one weekend to help them bury their water line to the trailer that they had on it before they built their condo. I was in for the surprise of my life. In Alabama, I was used to burying water lines about six inches deep. At Angel Fire, water lines had to be buried at least six feet through very rocky ground. We worked for the first six hours with our picks and shovels barely making a scratch on the ground. I was really relieved when Bill saw this neighbor guy with a backhoe and hired him to dig the ditch. He had it done in about thirty minutes. It was the fitst time that I realized just how soft I had become in the Air Force. After they retired and became too old and decrepit to negotiate the stairs in their condo, Bill and Gerry sold their place at Angel Fire. When they put it on the market, they said that it sold so fast that they barely had time to remove their things out of it before the new owners took it over. Angel Fire is a great place, though I’ve never actually seen it during ski season with snow on the ground. I only remember it as it is during the summer months. For an old Alabama boy, that is probably the best.