I first saw John Christie at Pleasant Mountain (now Shawnee) in Bridgton, Maine.I had borrowed a pair of wooden, 7′ 2″ skis with beartrap bindings for my first attempt at skiing. On my first run I, of course, crashed and burned. Everything removable - gloves, poles, hat - came off. Not the skis. Those beartraps didn’t let anything go.
Anyway, as a Good Samaritan was helping me clean up the wreckage, a guy with blond hair and perfect form came short-swinging by. I said, “who is that?” The Good Samaritan said, “John Christie. He’s captain of the Bowdoin ski team.”
The next time I saw John I was writing a ski column for the Worcester Evening Gazette (having cleaned up my act on skis a bit by then) and John was GM at Mt. Snow. I told him the above story and he got a kick out got it. I talked to John on many occasions after that. He was a great guy, much too young to leave. Condolences to his family and friends.
BTW, I’ll bet that most State-of-Mainers who read the PPH story would know that the Washington mentioned is the one in Maine and not the other one farther south. They always think of Maine first.