11-05-2000, 04:20 PM
Hello to all in New Hampshire. I live in Colorado, a small town of Castle Rock. I would like to pass to you a story of my Father In Law, Frank (who lives in Glen, NH). Frank grew up in New England, and is a regular of the Mount Washington scene. Although in his 70s, he is still an intense skier of all the resorts up there (and here too). This true story took place on May 1, 1949. Frank and a couple of his college pals were skiing Mt. Washington, ascending above Tuckermans, when Frank noticed some fresh ski tracks. Frank was in bliss, and was avidly folowing these tracks, when all of the sudden his friends yelled at him to wake up! Frank wasn't totally paying attention, and these tracks proceded to go right over the crest of the ravine! Frank stopped only a few feet short of death! The owner of those tracks was Dr. Paul Schiller, who unfortunately plunged to his death. Frank came within seconds of his own end, which would have certainly changed my life as he never would have married Sue and had children (of which I married one!). If you frequent the Glen Junction for breakfast, keep your eyes peeled for Frank, he is tall, early 70s, shaves his head and looks like Sean Connery! If you have the pleasure of meeting him, ask him to elaborate more on this story, as it has even more twists of coinincidence to it! Have a great winter!