• 23 Feb 2018 11:37 AM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    At the February Board meeting, a tentative slate of candidates was offered for the upcoming year. They are as follows:

    • Mike Hood - President
    • Bob Tramel - Vice President
    • Tom DuBose - Treasurer
    • Hilda Jones - Secretary
    Jim Bates has agreed again to be the Nominating Committee Chair for elections scheduled for the April general meeting. If you are interested in running for one of these offices, please contact Jim Bates at: (706) 965-6331 or  Elections will be held on April 3, 2018 at the Enclave.
  • 23 Feb 2018 11:05 AM | Anonymous member (Administrator)


    Well, we are mucking our way through this winter with cold temperatures and then hot springs days in February that are filled with the poison toxins of pollen. Wow, who said, this is the best of all possible worlds? Interesting time, I think we will all agree.


    All reports from Big Sky say that it is negative below zero, but when you are bundled up and outside skiing, everyone has a warm glow going down the hill.  Montana has the snow, the cold, and the ski club so it must be kind of like heaven, white and homey.


    As many of you know I will resign as President of the Ski Club in April. Now that event is for another newsletter. However, I understand that very few members read the newsletter each month, and even fewer click on the President’s column.

    But in a manner similar to how Neil Diamond sang the same songs he sung in the 60’s and 70’s, I want to republish the column I did a couple of years ago in hopes of everyone understanding what pure banality is in written form and how it can add basically nothing to your life in general.  But remember, even a diet cola can taste good and be refreshing on a hot day.

    So once again, from June of 2016, here is the monthly note that was in the Ski Club newsletter.

    JUNE 2016:


    Ambrose Bierce was a writer extraordinaire, American editorialist, journalist, and satirist. He wrote the short story, “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge,” and, “The Devil’s Dictionary,” that received quite amount of notoriety around the turn of the century. Here are a couple of examples of “The Devil’s Dictionary.”

    • ·      Conservative (n.) A statesman who is enamored of existing evils, as distinguished from the Liberal who wishes to replace them with others;
    • ·      Egoist (n.) A person of low taste, more interested in himself than me;
    • ·      Faith (n.) Belief without evidence in what is told by one who speaks without knowledge, of things without parallel;
    • ·      Lawyer (n.) one skilled in circumventing the law. (He is right on there).

    Bierce was stationed in San Francisco and went to the Mexican Revolution as a journalist and was never heard from again.

    I think that we at the Chattanooga Ski Club need to have our own dictionary, closely aligned to  “The Devil’s Dictionary,” as a way to welcome new folks in the Ski Club and hope they will feel as comfortable as Osama bin Laden did when he was sent to Hell by Seal Team 6.

     Here we go:

    • 1.     APRES SKI BARS - The only bars in the world were after a day of skiing and libation, the song “PLAY THAT FUNKY MUSIC WHITE BOY,” is played twice an hour, really sounds good, and petitions are on the every table for making it the U.S. National Anthem that you really want to sign;
    • 2.     LIFT TICKET - An ounce of Legal Colorado marijuana purchased for you and friends;
    • 3.     SKI PANTS - The only type of clothing that men feel comfortable telling their wives truthfully, “No, Honey, your butt doesn’t look big at all in those ski slacks;”
    • 4.     SKI HELMET - An article worn over the head as a safety device but everyone knows is absolutely no protection when going head first in a tree.  The only purpose of the object is keeping your head warm on cold days. (Of course, that is something);
    • 5.     SKI BOOTS - Torture tools of the Spanish Inquisition used to find infidels, witches, and warlocks. Through the years, good skiers understand that to ski well their boots must cause them unimaginable pain. If their boots feel good, pious gods will attack your ankles and knees, and you will get hurt and require serious surgery. (“ .…WHERE IT’S AT, I GOT REAL TIGHT BOOTS AND MICROPHONE….”)(take-off on a Beck song);
    • 6.     SKI GOOGLES - what the world looks like after seven (7) Moscow mules at the end of the day in the local ski bar;
    • 7.     BUMPS - When seen on a ski slope, they are just like ones on your body: not real attractive and can be killers if not taken care of with extreme care by a trained professional;
    • 8.     POMA LIFTS - The opposite of falling and sliding down the mountain, a poma lift never stops, going up the mountain and always requires that you fall getting on.   The best way to be shamed and noticed on a hill at the same time is a poma lift;
    • 9.     SKI POLES - What you call a group of folks from Warsaw at the après ski bar.

    This is not complete but will hopefully get it started and everyone thinking about proper definitions for the Chattanooga Ski Club for words that we use all the time a ski resort.

    Quote of the Month:

    I told the doctor I broke my leg in two places. He told me to quit going to those places.

                Henny Youngman, comedian extraordinaire


    Ashley Ownby

  • 29 Jan 2018 5:47 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)


    Hopefully the cold weather warms your hearts and everyone is getting back on track after the holidays to a normal routine. But realize, the cold weather may be refreshing but it will not get your car started on a subzero hard frost morning.

    The ironies of life.


    If you did not go to Snowmass, it was great. Some powder, good skiing, and the X Games. Just a big overall Wow.

    To Bob Tramel, three cheers and a hearty, “High Ho Silver,” for a great job leading the trip.

    Looking forward to Big Sky.


    Warren Miller passed away last week.

    The name of Warren Miller is a necessity just like ski pants, jackets, and helmets that we wear when bounding down a snow covered slope. Yes, we must wear proper clothes, but we also must have the memories of his movies when we ski so we can try to the find the pleasing and exciting ski sensation he made us feel in his films.  

    He saw something through his camera lens 70 years ago that many people are still trying to find and attempt to take to another level. Today’s ski films are good, but at best they are only copies of what Warren was doing years ago.

    Over 20 years ago, I did not have the best ski trip, blew out a knee. I got the desire to go back on the slopes from watching his movies from Blockbuster while on the couch, and wanting to catch that feeling again by getting back on skis.

    Wishing you safe travels and good snow in Heaven, Warren.


    How can you mend a broken heart?
    How can you stop the rain from falling down?
    How can you stop the sun from shining?

    What makes the world go round?

    How can you mend this broken man?
    How can a loser ever win?
    Please help me mend my broken heart

    And let me live again

    (The Bee Gees)

    Pain, as we know, goes far beyond broken bones. A mobster on a TV show years ago said something I have never forgot, being the following: “Never break a leg because it can heal. Always wound someone’s mind and that will never be set right!!!”

    Point being, mental suffering is the worst kind of injury.  It just breaks you. Having a mental injury is just like Listerine mouth wash, you just learn to deal with it. 

    Here is a little story about a horrible shock that occurred to a person and his family, the associated broken hearts, and the appropriate medicine that is available over-the-counter to mend the resulting traumatic, horrible, and unforeseen affair of the heart wounds that from time to time occur.

    Of course, the Chattanooga Ski Club is involved.

    Everyone knows Mike Hood. He is the Vice-President and soon to be President of the club.  Mike has been a valuable member for many years, and, as we know, he is one of the people in our lives that is always helping others because that is just what people like him do. I am sure he learned it from his parents.

    Mike’s mother Marilyn Louise Hood passed away on January 15, 2018 unexpectedly From everything I know, Mike and his mother had a very close relationship. She was loved by everyone who knew her including all family members and definitely Mike’s siblings. I understand Mike called her every morning prior to going to work at the gun store to make sure she was okay.

    Ms. Hood’s passing was sudden and unexpected, and, as everyone can gather, it stunned Mike and his family to their core. They were all overcome with the pain of losing a good and decent parent from their lives forever. That type of hurt permeates all of your thoughts and causes the emptiest feelings in your heart and soul.

    Everyone loses people we love, but how do we deal with the pain? 

    Self-medication has been one of my favorite cure-alls.  Yes, but you do have bad breath from vomiting, and you have to be careful about what the dope you buy is cut with, but still, illegal drugs and alcohol always temporarily dulled the hurt for me until I could hopefully better handle it at a later date.  Works for me, but I would not recommend it to others.

    Mike, however, had a much, much, better way of self-medicating himself to deal with his mother’s passing.  And it was so good of a medicine of such potency, we all may have to get some for future illnesses. If was a doctor, I would prescribe it daily and get insurance to pay for it.

    Instead of leaving his mother’s funeral and heading to the local bar, saloon, or a Soddy Daisy meth house to ease his troubled mind, Mike hopped on a bus exactly one day after his mother’s funeral and headed out west with 48 of his friends to ski all of his troubles, all of his heartaches, and all of the pain of his mother away. I will assume sometime over the week of skiing with his friends, he buried all the issues acquired from her loss somewhere under the frozen snow of some big beautiful ski slope in Snowmass, Colorado. Snow can dissolve heartache away like the sun on ice if given a chance.

    The hurt of losing a parent never goes away but you can have peace with the loss. Mike was at peace in Snowmass. Another chronic disease cured by friends and snow. That is how you mend a broken heart.

    I understand that prayer and the grace of the Good Lord can help us in our darkest times.

    But a ski trip enjoying the snow with the Chattanooga Ski Club, the camaraderie of the members, and laughing and hugging everybody may be some of the best medicine you can get over-the-counter. Yikes, not only are we a club that snow skis, has parties, and good times, but we may even be able to heal those who are hurt with afflictions other than having broken bones and gout.

    Oral Roberts and Benny Hinn better watch out.

    Much like Big Pharma telling all their secrets and violating federal patent protections, I will tell you the recipe to the remedy I am talking about with this column.

    The secret to the Chattanooga Ski Club “medicine” is very simple and was spoken last week with the death of filmmaker Warren Miller.  Miller said the reason he lived out of his car in parking lots of ski resorts the 40’s and 50’s trying to film people skiing while freezing to death at the same time all came down to one simple thing: “It was just so much fun!”

    I never thought of fun being up there with Valium and Viagra, but who knows?

    God bless you Mike and your family; we at the ski club are so sorry for your loss.

    But know, just like the song says [], your mother is now flying throughout the atmosphere with clouds of Jupiter all in her hair. And on her flight travels in space, throughout the universe, as she sees all the wonders of everything everywhere we all dream about, please know that when you look at pictures of your time in Snowmass with Gail and all your friends, your mother was then and is now always thinking about you and your siblings and will be laughing at you in your office from time to time. All you have to do is listen for her.

    See you at the next meeting,

    Ashley Ownby

  • 26 Dec 2017 12:00 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    A Happy New Year and even happier holidays for everyone and hope all that read this are cursed with only good luck for the upcoming year.  

    In looking back to the middle of December, we as a ski club had the best Christmas party imaginable. We need to be able to feel the wonderful air and feelings of the holidays all through the month of December, and if you could not get in the spirit of winter at this year’s ski club Christmas party, well, you just cannot get there.


    I and 17 brave souls were able to spend the first week of December in Steamboat, Colorado with Crescent Ski Council’s ski camp and it was amazing. Little snow fell, but if anyone remembers the conditions years ago when we went to Grey Rocks, snow is not as important if you are skiing down a hill continuously and not stopping. If you ever wanted to know what it was like being in a Star Wars space ship fight, go down the top of the mountain at Steamboat with every other skier in the world behind you, in front of you and beside you first thing in the morning during the ski camp.  Now I know why Darth Vader stayed in the big ship during all the big fights in the movie. It was controlled chaos but it was just fun.

    We saw Chattanooga Ski Club members almost every night at events held in town, and got to meet some really nice people from other ski clubs.

    On Wednesday night, everyone met and had dinner downtown and celebrated Tom Edwards’ and Rebecca Hicks’ birthdays.  At the restaurant, we also met a man that had seven (7) girlfriends and claimed to be the Gianni Angnelli of the Southeast United States. The people you meet.

    We raced, we skied, and we had fun.


    I have been saying it for most of the year, but Christmas really came up so fast this time. So fast, it took my breath away and now all I know is Noel has come and gone in just a heartbeat. But we still have the New Year.

    And, as in the past, we will make resolutions, swear off bad habits, and modify or change our vices to where we will have a healthier, happier, and more energetic upcoming year.

    Here is my suggestion on what to look for in the New Year.

    While at Steamboat, I started having trouble the second day with my left ski chattering during the turn.  It started out kind of small and then got real bad.

    No problem, I got with my instructor and she gave some excellent advice ---- “Just get more over your skis.” “Just push your foot back in the boot.” “Point yourself more downhill.”

    I heard it all for two days. I took my boots for adjustment and it still it got worse. I was licking the snow in front of my skis trying to get proper torque, but nothing improved. I even followed the beginners holding their poles straight out from their body, trying to solve my problem and only just looked really out of place with the other skiers. I was perturbed to say the least and could not fathom in my existence what the problem was with the chatter.

    And then, just out of nowhere, my instructor said the magic words that only Aladdin calling the Genie out of the bottle could replicate, being,” Hey, bend your knee a little bit more.

    The seventh law of thermodynamics was made simple once again.

    Oh, to ski the ski and carve the snow like it should be done is as close as touching the face of God as I will ever see on this earth, and I was able to do that again on demand. Or at least, it sure did feel better doing turns.

    Here is the point, the little things matter. Just a slight bend of the knee, something so simple can make all the difference in the world.

    In the upcoming year, look for the little things to do, like saying thank you a little more; telling a waiter that he or she served you well; give a dog an extra pat; go out of your way to tell someone they did a good job; or just look someone in the eye walking down the street and nod your head, recognizing them. The little things really do matter and can make our skiing down the days in our life so much smoother.

    Wow, what a resolution! Make somebody you do not know’s New Year a little better.

    See you at the next meeting,

    Ashley Ownby

  • 25 Nov 2017 3:13 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    I have been saying for most of the year that Christmas will be here before you know it. Well, here it is and it is just shining, waiting on us.  WOW!!! This year has really flown.

    It has been a good year for the club and we have had some great times, good laughs, and lots of really wonderful memories from our trips, meetings and parties. It is nice to know that good times are not just for us to recall from the past, but like a good soufflé, you can plan to make good times happen in the future just by planning them out and getting others to join in.  


    Yes indeed, we are having the Hamilton County Social Event of the Yule time year, the CHATTANOOGA SKI CLUB CHRISTMAS PARTY at the Car Barn, December 12, 2017 beginning at 5:30 p.m. and lasting till 10:00 pm. There is a small charge for the party and it will be really something to behold just like it was last year. It appears we are going to have a crowd so please contact Mike Hood or register from the website and make plans to attend. This is a great way to begin the Christmas season and hope to see you there.


    This time of year is generally left for refection and as we all know everything good in life revolves around skiing. With that in mind, I would like to offer the following during this special time of year to all of us.

    When we look back over the previous year, I will assume that we all have had many cold mornings that we have gotten out of bed (even when it was a 100 degrees outside during the summer) and really wished we could stay in bed rather than go out and tackle some large mountain that existed just down the road.

    But just like on a ski trip, over the past year, even with our heads hurting from too much booze the night before and our bones aching because we did not exercise enough, we still went out and got on that ski lift of life to do as much damage as we could to the hill or challenge that was just out of the door.

    I am sure in the past year, we were able to slide through some days just like our skis cutting into soft four inch powder. Everything was just so easy. And at the end of those good days we felt like we had finally got this skiing/carving/living thing right.

    Then, the next day was just like looking down a mile long mogul field with no way to go side out and when we got down to the end of those days we looked in the mirror and said,  ”I’m never doing that again,” as we made plans at dinner after a couple of drinks to go out and fight the Philistines again tomorrow even harder.

    Life is like a box of chocolates, but I think life is more like a skiing vacation. You never know what you are going to get, you never know what the weather may be, and you never know what is over the next hill, even when you've been over it several times.

    We all want to love bizarre, but more so, I want to believe we all want to ski well and have the family healthy.

    Merry Christmas to everyone and the most hopeful wishes for a very good holiday full of cold weather and snow.

    See you at the Christmas Party,

    Ashley Ownby

  • 25 Nov 2017 2:44 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)
    Eighteen Chattanooga Ski Club members flew or drove to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida (a city famous for Spring Breakers and beach vacations) a day or two before our adventure cruise began so they could enjoy the beauty of Florida as well as this wonderful city.  Some went sightseeing before the cruise, while others took excursions, such as an airboat ride through the Everglades, at the conclusion of the cruise.

    On Saturday, October 21, we boarded the beautiful Caribbean Princess and left the port of Ft. Lauderdale.  Members used this time to explore our ship and discover the many amenities it had to offer as well as enjoy their favorite beverages.
      Sandy, our travel agent, delighted and surprised all of us with a coupon for a free bottle of wine waiting for us in each of our staterooms.Sunday was a day for beaching at Princess Cays.  Cruisers were tendered (taken by boat) to the private beach to enjoy many beach activities, favorite beverages, beautiful clear water, and food cooked by the ship’s crew right on the beach.

    Monday and Tuesday were sea days as we headed to Cartagena, Columbia.  Everyone had a great time at the private cocktail party that the Princess sponsored for the Chattanooga Ski Club on Monday afternoon.  Other popular activities on these days were eating, sunning, exercising, reading, listening to one of the many music performances, or participating in the many family games and activities offered on board the ship (not to mention gambling in the casino).  After dinner, it became a custom for almost everyone to head to the Princess Theater, where we were treated to the most lavish, professional, and enjoyable productions I have ever seen on a ship.  We soon learned to get there early because the theater filled up every night.

    On Wednesday, we woke up docked in Cartagena, Columbia.  This vibrant City harbors a fascinating and colorful past, which can be seen along its cobblestone streets, in its Spanish colonial homes with wood-beamed balconies and stone towers, and its impressive salt-bleached stone walls.  Our members enjoyed many excursions, most of which highlighted the “Old City”, the history of the area, and the Fortress.  Economic fact: 95% of the world’s emeralds come from Columbia.

    Thursday was our day to go through the Panama Canal, sometimes called the eighth man-made wonder of the world.  We didn’t realize it when we booked this cruise, or even when we boarded the ship, but this cruise was a big deal to the people of Panama and to Princess Cruise Lines.  Our ship was the largest passenger ship to date to go through the NEW locks, and the first ship of Princess Cruise Lines to do so.  As we passed through the new locks we observed news media and photographers documenting this newsworthy event as the mayor of Panama gave speeches and posed proudly.  The passage through the locks was an experience we will always remember and talk about.

    On Friday, our ship docked at Limon, Costa Rica.  Our members enjoyed many of the excursions that were available in Limon, most focusing around the rain forest, Tortuguero Canals, local culture, local animal life, banana and coffee farms, and zip lines through the forests.

    Saturday was a scheduled sea day.

    Sunday was supposed to be our day to visit. Grand Cayman, in the Cayman Islands, but the wind and waves were such that it would have been unsafe to try to load and unload the tender boats. For the safety of the passengers, we had to forego our visit to Grand Cayman.  We regretted missing our visit to this beautiful port, but we appreciate Princess Cruise Lines for making our safety their paramount concern.

    As a result of the cancellation of the Grand Cayman stop, both Sunday and Monday were sea days.

    Every night of the cruise we were seated together for dinner (three tables of six).  This was a special time for sharing of the day’s activities, laughing, and eating too much.  Our group contained a mixture of members from various parts of Tennessee and Georgia.  We also had a member of the Nashville Ski Club who became a member of our Club in order to join us on this adventure.  Some cruisers knew some others before the cruise, but we all regarded everyone as friends at the end of the cruise.  On the second evening we started a random rotation of our seating at dinner so everyone got to know and enjoy each other better.  The quality and presentation of the food and the service at dinner every night exceeded everyone’s expectations.  Our group consisted of first time cruisers to very experienced.  They all liked the fact that, although this was a group trip, each person or couple individualized the experience and activities to their own desires.

    We woke up Tuesday (Halloween) at the Ft. Lauderdale dock, disembarked the ship, and flew (or drove) home with many lifetime memories of our fun together on this adventurous cruise. 

  • 25 Nov 2017 2:24 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    We have 6 rooms (for 12 people) left for the Len Foote Hike Inn, Saturday, September 29, 2018.  At this time, there are 25 members of the CSC hiking this 5 mile trek.  It is a moderate uphill hike on a well-traveled trail. 

    Our plan is to fill the 20 rooms with CSC members. If we don’t we will meet new friends and hopefully some of them will become members of the CSC.  Somehow when others are around us, they are drawn to our outgoing, fun-filled, exhilarating, intoxicating, electrifying, inspiring club members. 

    We will meet early Saturday morning for breakfast, convoy to Amicalola Falls and hike as a group to the Inn.  Some of us will hike faster, stronger and will get there before those of us that hike slowly.  Either way when you arrive, for those of you that have not done this hike before, you will fall in love with this place. 

    “Why,” you ask, “do we need to sign up so early?” Because Len Foote has a year waiting list and they have hikers just waiting to take your place. The last date for cancellation is seven days before your reservation to give those on the waiting list time to plan their trip.

    Please see event list on for more details on the hike.  If you are not listed as CSC members registered at Len Foote Hike Inn then you are NOT registered to stay at the lodge.  You must sign up and pay on Len Foote Hike Inn website to be a bona fide part of this hike.

    Please join us and let’s fill this trip with CSC!!!

    Barb Wise


  • 23 Oct 2017 12:07 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)
    Hello Everyone,


    Yes, we have gotten through the troubled times with Tennessee getting the yearly massacre from Alabama, and, to recover, we have the Halloween Party at Hilda Jones's that takes all pain away from the beginning of the year to this point.

    Hilda says there is a detour on Three Notch Road but you can follow it to get there.

    It is this Saturday the 28th, always a great time and look forward to seeing you there.

    We the Board have heard your cries and we have a new caterer for the November meeting.  We will be getting into the holiday spirit by having turkey and dressing with some if not all of the fixings. Please try to attend and please make plans to eat with everybody.

    Ina’s comin', hide your heart, girl
    Ina’s comin', hide your heart, girl

    Ina Gerlach, the broker who has helped us with our European trips, is going to be at our next meeting so please try and come and show her our good old southern hospitality.

    She was born in Germany, and after living in Houston a short time, she now back in Bavaria and making a special trip to the States for business and to see us.

    Please, please try to attend and make a special effort to say hello to Ina at the meeting. 

    WHAT’S GOING ON !!!!!
    We are about a month and a half from the Steamboat trip and everyone is getting ready for the ski camp both physically and mentally. As I always say, as a club, “This is our time of year.”

    One of my favorite memories is when Pat and I were at Steamboat many years ago and we were in the middle of a nice ski week. Most times, going in a little early on a ski day was the norm, but on this particular day it was cloudy, snowing, about 2:30 in the afternoon, and Pat looked at me and said, “Let’s keep going.”

    I have never forgotten that afternoon.  We were just enjoying ourselves on a beautiful gray day, skiing for utter enjoyment, with it snowing lightly, and nothing else mattered. We did a 4:00 o’clock Bob Tramel before it was really cool.

    The other day, I was trying to get myself “spiritually” ready to ski this year, and I plugged in the above memory in my brain’s ever trusty memory viewfinder, when all of the sudden, the following words came rushing into my mind like a flashing neon sign on the backside of a snowy Colorado mountain and refused to leave. These are the words that kept flashing the following:

    Mother, mother
    There's too many of you crying

    Yes, I know, that’s the first verse to the old Marvin Gaye song, “What’s Going On.” These lines would not go away. Darn it Marvin, get the devil out of my head!

    Brother, brother, brother
    There's far too many of you dying
    You know we've got to find a way
    To bring some lovin' here today, Yeah, Yeah

    Marvin, I am trying to do personal spiritual improvement here, will you get the hell out!

    Picket lines and picket signs
    Don't punish me with brutality
    Talk to me, so you can see
    Oh, what's going on

    Marvin Gaye was shot by his father fourteen years after he wrote and sang these words. He was living with his parents because, after an amazing career in entertainment and a recent hit song globally, he had tax issues, drug issues, and some think he had nowhere else to go. Even though he was totally dysfunctional beyond dysfunction outside the concert hall, the lyrics are still ringing true almost 50 years after he wrote them.

    We all seek some type of relief from troubled times.  Whenever we hear him singing that song or listen to another track on that album, everyone understands Marvin was trying to build a bridges with soulful refrains during the early 1970’s when everything was put on its head socially, civilly, politically, and any other way possible.  

    It is my hope, using Marvin as a guiding light, that when we all ski together on trips this next season, we also try to spend some time reflecting how we can talk to people and try to understand “what’s going on,” with everyone around us. We can in no way change people’s attitudes or feelings. So let us simply really just make an extra effort to get along.

    Remember, we all agree with no exception, skiing is next to godliness.  See, we all have at least one thing that we can come to an understanding about.

    As a great man once said:

    I suppose leadership at one time meant muscles; but today it means getting along with people.

    Mahatma Gandhi

    See you at the next meeting,

  • 23 Oct 2017 11:28 AM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    A Perfect Weekend!

    The weather was perfect, the rooms were perfect, and the places we stayed were perfect.  All cottages were within walking distance from the bike shop.  The Barter Theatre was perfect, our seats were perfect (second and third row-middle), the Music Man was perfect, and the Tavern Restaurant was perfect.

    Best of all the Creeper Trail Ride was perfect!  Trip Captain John Hilbrandt briefed everyone in the parking lot of the bike shop before the ride, he gave elevation details, arranged for everyone to meet up at Green Cove Station for the traditional "CSC Group Picture".

    Most important, John informed everyone where the bathrooms were located along the trail.

    Of the 24 riders only six of us (including me) rode 17 miles to Damascus and rode the shuttle back to Abingdon. So proud of the rest that rode the entire 37 miles to Abingdon.  I plan to ride the entire trail when we return in May 2018.

    I thought you might enjoy reading some quotes from fellow Creepers.

    Hey Barb,

    Just wanted to say what a great job you did in organizing the Creeper trip! The trips keep getting more enjoyable each year!  

    The play "Music Man" was absolutely spectacular! The "Tavern" was great, but not sure about the moment we all were starting to look at the Ghost picture and Larry's phone rang, displaying a six digit number with a hyphen between each three - pretty scary!!!!

    Thank you for all that you do!!! Gail Tallent


    Thanks for organizing a great trip!  Our bed and breakfast had wonderful food, the trail was well maintained and the company was great! The scenery along the trail was really beautiful and weather perfect!  Thank you!  Let's do it again in the spring!  Suzanne Grueser


    First, thank you for your hard work on this trip. I think it's one of my

    favorite non-skiing trips so far. Loved all the fringe in Abington so that we could get together...even for drinks on a porch. The play was fabulous, the riding was fabulous, the Tavern was fabulous. What more can I say? Sorry I don't have an  entertaining story or something. I just plain enjoyed the weekend.  Cindy Dees


    What a wonderful weekend in the great state of Virginia!   The play was great, the ride was great, the Tavern was great, and all the people that went on the trip made it great.  Looking forward to doing again in the future.  Mike Hood


    Thanks for organizing a great Creeper trip.  I had a great time.    Thanks John


    All good for me I had a most wonderful time riding this weekend and of

    course the show and the dinner! I hated I missed the winery but I think the riding was better for me anyway.    Janet Brooks :-)

    I had an absolutely wonderful time, even though I decided not to do the ride because I’m having knee surgery in a couple weeks. The trip was wonderfully organized, the restaurants were Top drawer and Music Man at the Barter Theater was first rate!  We went to Rain on Friday night and the group dinner at the Tavern on Saturday night, and the weather could not have been better. Everyone who took the ride enjoyed themselves, though it was strenuous for some. The group dinner at the Tavern turned out to be the highlight of the weekend, except for the ride itself. Hope everyone had as good a time as I did. Wayne Wilhelm

    Hi Barb!

    Thanks for organizing such a great trip! The area surrounding Abingdon is so charming; energetic farmers market, mountain and pastoral scenery, artist co-ops, antique shops, galleries, theater and restaurants, all make for an enjoyable weekend. Faith

    As you can see it was a “perfect” trip!!!!

    Go with us next time,

    Barb Wise

    A huge shout out to our Trip Captain, John Hilbrandt!!!

  • 23 Sep 2017 5:33 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    Hello Everyone,

    Hey, more things have been going on than my uncle with a drinking problem getting a job as a whiskey taster. Let’s see where do we start?


    This was a great time at Jan Wyant's place and we had the best weather and the best day to try out HALU paddleboards with the local rep from Johnson City. They even had a party boat paddle board that was impossible to fall off. It was a great!!!!!

    Three cheers to Barbara Wise for all her efforts and we had a nice crowd come eat and later paddleboard. Hopefully, this will be a yearly event and it was a barrel full of monkey fun! 


    Now, I have been to Paris, been all over France, but Bardstown, KY is just a real kick in the rear. I had the privilege to go with club members to six (yes six not five) distilleries in Bardstown and I must say that the closest that I have come to seeing eternal light and true understanding of being was when I started drinking bourbon at the Wild Turkey Distillery at about 9:30 in the morning. Wow was it neat! We learned all the bourbon history of the area, had great meals, got to shake hands with Jimmy Russell, the distiller with Jim Beam they named RUSSELL BOURBON after. It was just a great, great, time.

    The smell of a bourbon distillery is like a brand on your skin it never goes away - only gets stronger.


    DO NOT FORGET, come to the Halloween Party at Hilda’s the 28th of October. It will be a great time as always and because it will be in the Barn the weather does not matter.


    As we age we always think seriously about all the things we have put off in our lives or whatever reason. Then we understand, if we are going to do what we want, we just decide, get determined, and try and get it done.

    Well, I have always wanted to write a play, but not just a regular play, an epic tragedy. I really think that epic tragedies will really be the rage in the future due to the way things are on the planet presently. Shakespeare was the god of this type of art form and I think it is time to do another.

    The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, often shortened to Hamlet is a tragedy written by Shakespeare at an uncertain date between 1599 and 1602. Set in Denmark, the play is about the revenge Hamlet is urged to wreak upon his uncle by the ghost of Hamlet's father.  Hamlet’s uncle had murdered his father and seized the throne, also married his mother.

    I am writing a play called, The Tragedy of Neblett, French Son of the Chattanooga Ski Club. Now, right off the bat, I will have name recognition.

    I can shorten it to simply Neblett, and it can be a tragedy about revenge he is urged to wreak upon all his friends that tell him he should not go on ski trips with the Chattanooga Club because he will not have a good time. He is urged by the deceased club members Dan Paul and Harry Weil to physically harm the president of the Chattanooga Club, who is gender-challenged, and telling Neblett not to go on trips for his own wellbeing.

    Yeah, it sounds really good I know. 

    I am still writing it but I wanted to let you in on one of the soliloquies that I have done for the second act. As the old saying goes, “the opera ain’t over till the fat lady sings,” well you cannot have a tragedy unless you have a good soliloquy.

    I am pretty proud of this and feel blessed to let you in on what may be something that will be spoken about and outlive us all for centuries. Here we go, and get ready to get amazed by the following prose:


    To ski, or not to ski: that is the question:
    Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to have knee replacement and nerve impingement surgery
    Or deal with the slings and arrows of living in Chickamauga all by myself, alone, at the house,
    Or to take up arms and try and beat the s#!t out of my stupid neighbors,
    And by red neck meanness, kick their stupid  a$$ just because.

    How about dying or sleeping the angst away;

    Yeah sleep, and by a sleeping never ski again………

    Oh, the heart-aches of getting up early on Saturday morning to catch a bus,

    The natural shocks of late flights, being constipated in a different state, and it being just too cold to get out thin air of despondency on the slope
    That flesh must taste the cold time after time again, will it ever end……..[wow this is great]
    Devoutly I would rather die or go to sleep watching NASCAR than ski;
    To sleep watching Kurt Busch race: Maybe I could dream about skiing

    But here is the rub: When you dream of skiing you miss it

    Like missing a Krystal hamburger on a fall afternoon when ending a multi-day drunk
    For in that sleep of death, which watching stock car racing can cause, when we are on a snow covered ski run dreaming on the couch,

    When we have shuffled off – piste and look to find our moral center in a bump run from hell,

    We must have pause: there’s the option of blowing out the right or left knee in the bumps
    Now that is the decision that is full of calamity, but makes for a long fulfilled life;
    Yes whomever bears the scars of operations on knees, elbows, shoulders, and backs

    These are merely the rat-tail whips and scorns of time we place upon our bodies,
    the ski patrol telling you to slow down, the good skiers being snarky with contemptible smiles,

    The horrors of seeing a wonderful blue ski run that will not be groomed the next day,

    Having to wait for hours for Jim Mullenix to pick out his best looking one-piece to wear daily,
    The insolence of hot dog skiers and snowboarders that do not even deserve to suck eggs,

    When instead of putting up with all of this, you could take a .45 and shoot off a couple of toes
    Never to feel the cool breeze of winter air flying madly against your face ever again

    Too damned insane to stop eating Cheetos and having GI issues from fast food  

    The onus of a weary, weary, life

    But if we do not ski and we die, then what are we going to talk about in heaven?

    Now that is the” Nut-cutter,” because heaven is forever, one continuous ski club meeting.

    Yes, we put up with physical issues, being teed off on ski trips and going to ski club meetings because that is what we have always done

    What are we going to do different? Join a hiking club? Buy Braves season tickets? Pull for UT?

    Well thinking about not skiing makes one a severe sissy and wusses up everybody around

    I guess, the first thing one does is say I have had enough of snow

    and all the bad things that are associated

    But when we really think about it all great ideas get flattened out and right this minute

    I’m not going to do a damned thing until I get better after surgery!!!!!!!!!!!


    See you at the next meeting!