Blaine Henson: Winter of ’77 or ’78, I got my first kiss on the chairlift. Thanks, Geneva!

Byron Tomingas: One Christmas my mom bought new stretch ski pants for Henry and new turquoise skis for me. Times were tough, stuff like that was exceptionally rare; usually we had old hand-me-downs for skis (the long, heavy wooden things), old used boots and our Levi’s for pants, which got soaked. Henry was a great skier. I was mediocre for Jackson Hole but pretty darn good most anywhere else. Henry was going to do it up right with all this new gear, and so we went up to the top of Snow King. Any of you from back in the early 1960s will recall that cornice on the top was nasty and deadly. There was a narrow track through it at bad angles, and very steep. Everyone took off, including me, and I immediately got crooked, heading straight down toward the trees. The only thing I could do was crash. I’m buried in deep snow and embarrassed to death. I see the tip of my new turquoise ski sticking up. I broke them on my first run. I was mortified. My mom saved up for something nice, and clumsy me broke it first thing. Henry comes up to help and in trying to help me he ripped open his brand-new stretch ski pants. So I single-handedly ruined both of our mom’s presents she was so proud to have given us on Christmas day. I agonize over this still today.

Larry Harmsen: I first skied Snow King in 1967. It seemed it was always minus 20 degrees and our fingers and toes were constantly frozen. The old rope tow was very fast and occasionally pulled your gloves off if you grabbed the rope too quickly. And I distinctly remember the plywood seat on the chair lift, which was lower than the metal edge of the chair frame. It cut sharply into the underside of our legs with freezing ability. Then our ski lessons from Bill Briggs — always exciting. One of his unconventional methods was having us ski straight downhill about 200 feet without turns and then learning to regain control and stop. That was one of the best skills I ever learned. Bill would also loosely organize a group in late December to go ski Teton Pass under a full moon. Boy, was that fun, and there were hardly any tracks.

Margo Lancaster: Bill Briggs tried to teach me to ski on Snow King. I probably was his worst student. I was on the ground more than I was upright. I took my skis off, went home and gave up.

Eric Barker: My earliest memory is when I was only 2 and Bill Briggs was giving me a ski lesson. We were coming off the top of the mountain and Bill was in a backwards snowplow holding me in a forward snowplow and yodeling.

Jack Van Gossen: I’m the only person I know who broke his leg going “up” the bunny slope.

Robin Winters: When we were in high school, we got a free season pass for seven days for clearing brush on the mountain. I guess that ship has sailed.

Billy Lee Sharkey: I was on the Junior Safety Patrol. I watched a man ski directly into a tree. No attempt to turn or stop. He was hurt. I went over to him and set my skis up in a crossed (distressed) signal. He was transported on sled down to an ambulance. That was the early 1950s and I was 7 or 8 years old.

Sara Pittman: My father Dick “Pit” Pittman was the first paid ski patrolman on Snow King. Sadly, he was killed in an avalanche on Snow King when he and Frank Ewing were knocking off the cornices before the hill opened for the day. Frank was injured in the avalanche. Despite that, I have great memories of learning to ski and going up the rope tow.

Jessica Camilla Garnick O’Neal: Best time of life was night skiing at the King, then jumping the fence into the graveyard and dodging headstones. Disrespectful but full of fun and certain to scare the snow pants off of ya!

Amanda Macfarlane: The one and only time I skied Snow King was when my dad was teaching me how to ski and I got tired of skiing across the hill and was ready to go home. I turned and went down the hill and got to some jumps and hit one. I almost broke both of my legs. Have not skied since unless it is flat ground.