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Yahoo
17-06-2025
- Automotive
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I'll Never Forget the First Car I Drove To Go Skiing
I rose to a loud, earth-shaking rumble. Had the Juan de Fuca tectonic plate finally slid? Was I about to get a real-life lesson in geology? I raced to my parents' room, encountering a different, albeit much less dramatic, disaster. From there, my memory becomes foggy, dissolving into brief, dim flashes. Loud winds and the night sky. A police spotlight trained on the dangling remnants of the tree that, after being hit by a mighty gust, had snapped and knocked the chimney of our house clean off. But in the driveway, at the base of the tree, stood the family ski chariot: a 1995 metallic blue Toyota Land Cruiser, miraculously untouched. The tree's thick trunk only hung a foot or so above the car—or, as we called it, "the truck." Apparently, the Land Cruiser wasn't done with the Greenwoods quite yet. The ride, a successor to another, older Land Cruiser, was our primary mountain rig. From the rain-slick streets of Seattle, it would mow through ice and slush, carrying us into the Cascades for a reprieve from the glum coastal winters. It could go the distance, too, traveling to Fernie, Big Sky, and, in the summer, Mt. piece is part of POWDER's Summer of Ski Nostalgia content series. Stay tuned in daily for more nostalgic articles, and keep an eye out for the upcoming Summer of Ski Nostalgia badge to identify future can also view all of POWDER's summer nostalgia content to keep up with the best stories and photos in skiing? Subscribe to the new Powder To The People newsletter for weekly updates. When I was young, I'd bundle up in the backseat, only waking halfway through the drive at our traditional pitstop: McDonald's. Outside, it was still dark—my dad, in true archetypal ski dad form, usually insisted on hitting the road as early as possible—but instead of a hot drink, I'd order a Frappuccino and some sausage burritos. Then, after chowing down, I'd somehow fall back asleep, regaining consciousness in the ski area parking lot, probably with a stomach ache. Sometime after the tree fell, I started learning to drive. My dad had spent years and years carting my brother and me to the mountains. We were ready to take the mantle and give him a much-needed break. At that moment, driving wasn't yet a chore, and when I learned to weave through Seattle's tight streets, nervousness quickly gave way to excitement. I could now go wherever I wanted, including the mountains, provided I shared with my parents a somewhat vague idea of my plans. During one of the first evenings that I could drive without adult supervision, I headed to a bonfire. On the way home, I filled the truck with as many other kids as it could fit, enjoying being a designated driver more than I ever would at any other point in my life. I felt useful. I assume my dad did, too, when he spent the winter weekends instilling a life-long love of skiing in his boys with the Land Cruiser as his accomplice. Then, it was my partner. We rode with friends, and we rode alone. On those solitary missions to the mountain and back, a cup of coffee from the ski lodge would give me just enough energy on the way home. The radio, which connected to an antenna that sprung from the Cruiser's hood at the touch of a button, helped, too. Over time, as I became a pilot rather than a passenger, stickers from the burritos I continued to eat appeared around the interior. One that read 'beef' got planted in the middle of the steering wheel. My parents never peeled off the stickers, but the markings of a teenage driver weren't always harmless. When a beer can was left in the trunk by one of my friends, I received a stern talking to. The truck also dredged up old, familiar routines, even as I grew. A few years after I got my driver's license, when I was older but still a teenager, my dad happily took over when I became sleepy as we made the nine-hour drive back from Canada at night. Behind the wheel, he settled back into the rhythm he and the truck shared, cruising through the dark with his passengers dozing. To this day, I still joke that I owe my dad several lifetimes' worth of rides to the mountain. Those future rides with Dad will have to happen in a different car. The outsized rigs that spout thick plumes of sweet-smelling gasoline are, for many skiers, myself included, a touchstone. Still, the march of practicality and technology would, as it does for most everything, make the truck and all its quirks eventually disappear from our lives. At around 250,000 miles, the Land Cruiser developed a rod knock—requiring a too-costly engine repair—and we said goodbye. When I came home from college one year, I met the replacement: a slick, quiet Honda CR-V that still performed admirably in the snow. My parents' decision was easy to understand. Sentimentality works great for a vintage pair of jeans—less so for aging vehicles that chip away at your bank I know the truck found a good home. My parents sold it to a company that restores Land Cruisers, and my dad recalled the excitement of the buyer. Somewhere, then, out on the backroads, I imagine it crawling through the mud or snow, doing exactly what it was built to do—and, maybe, taking a different family to the ski hill. I also take comfort in the fact that the old machine has better luck than most cars, let alone people. When the next windstorm hits, I bet it'll be parked in just the right piece is part of POWDER's Summer of Ski Nostalgia content series. Stay tuned in daily for more nostalgic articles, and keep an eye out for the upcoming Summer of Ski Nostalgia badge to identify future can also view all of POWDER's summer nostalgia content here. I'll Never Forget the First Car I Drove To Go Skiing first appeared on Powder on Jun 17, 2025
Yahoo
20-05-2025
- Climate
- Yahoo
Couple rushes to basement to survive tornado in Elbert County
ELBERT COUNTY, Colo. (KDVR) — One minute, Tim and Linda Greenwood were sitting in their home. A few seconds later, they were bolting for the basement as they saw a twister headed their way Sunday afternoon. The tornado touched down in the Elkhorn Ranch neighborhood, northeast of Parker. Elbert County declares local emergency after May 18 tornado 'We were actually sitting in that room when it came, so that's the room we were in,' Linda Greenwood said. They had 10 to 15 seconds to escape damage they did not think was imaginable. Complete eeriness and fear below ground. 'Glass was popping. Wood was breaking,' Tim said. When they made their way upstairs to the ground level of their home, half of it was gone. A FOX31 drone captured an image of the back half of their home, destroyed. Their barn was also decimated. The couple did not know if they would survive. 'I just remember wood breaking. Loud popping noises and glass shattering. I didn't think the house was going to be there, but some of it is left, but most of it is destroyed. It's going to be a long road ahead of us, but we will get there,' Tim said. 'It's rough, but we lived through it,' Linda said. At least 20 structures damaged by tornadoes in eastern Colorado on Sunday The couple was able to save their dog in the basement. Crews were working on patching up portions of their home. A dining room table could be seen between portions of walls that had been blown away. Linda's sister and brother-in-law were helping them sort through the rubble on Monday. The Greenwoods said they were thankful to so many neighbors who also came to offer help in this tight-knit community. The Elbert County Office of Emergency Management said more than 20 structures were damaged by the storm. Copyright 2025 Nexstar Media, Inc. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.
Yahoo
12-04-2025
- General
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Join the first ever ghost hunt at historic community building
BEING a city well known for its often turbulent history, Carlisle has more than its fair share of supposedly haunted locations. But a group of ghost hunters are offering the public a chance to join them to explore an as-yet uninvestigated Grade-II Listed building in Carlisle for signs of paranormal activity. Paranormal Investigations Crew, led by Carlisle-based Sarah Simmons, has organised a ticketed ghost hunt event at Currock Community Centre on Lediard Avenue on Saturday, May 10. Ticketholders will be able to join Sarah and the team for five and a half hours from 7.30pm until 1am to explore the imposing building. Members of the team, including Sarah, will attempt to contact spirits using psychic abilities, as well as various gadgets used by ghost hunters around the globe to detect presences from the afterlife. Tickets are £30 per person, with no under-18s allowed. Visit the Paranormal Investigations Crew Facebook page for more information and to book your tickets Built in 1842, Currock Community Centre is a Victorian Grade-II-Listed building. On October 6, 1934, it was handed over to be run as a community centre, one of the first in England and the first of its kind in Carlisle. The site was originally known as "Cuddick," an early name for Currock, appearing on Greenwoods Map of Cumberland from 1823, and was occupied by William Carruthers and his wife Sarah according to the census. READ MORE: Watch ghost hunters investigate some of Cumbria's most haunted places It was bought in 1932 by Carlisle corporation and the house was due to be demolished to build new housing estates, however the stables were partially demolished and the house left, as a committee ran by volunteers convinced Carlisle corporation to use the building as a community centre. The building was not accessible by road until the late 1930s, until which time, visitors would often have to wade through thick mud to reach it. For a short period this building also served as the YHA hostel for Carlisle. Currock community centre today has a main hall, small hall, lounge area, jubilee room, kitchen and office spaces, and the centre now offers a wide variety of activities and facilities, events, private hire and a safe space for the Carlisle community.
