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Diary of a Ski Patrolman: The Beginning

Diary of a Ski Patrolman: The Beginning
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Recent college graduate and former Yankee intern Josh Allen, spent last summer as a
sea kayak guide in Maine
, and then was accepted into the ski patrol training program at Okemo Mountain in Ludlow, Vermont. Each week he will take us behind the scenes at one of New England’s most popular and busy mountains.

The First Weeks

Walking into the first day of training, I thought, “Surely this will be simple enough.” Growing up in New Hampshire, I’d skied just about my whole life, and ski patrollers ski all day, right? It’s not like they have a serious job or anything. Even now I catch myself when I tell people that I’m saving the serious jobs for later…

Because now I know better. Ski patrolling is just about as serious as it gets. But it’s also incredibly fun — and I’m still just a candidate, affectionately nicknamed Muffin. Yes, Muffin is my nickname because every morning upon arriving at our nearly monthlong “Outdoor Emergency Care” course, I went right to the muffins, of which there happened to be a rather endless supply in the refrigerator. Despite signs that these muffins might be kind of old, I ate one … or two … or maybe three. Old, yes, but they sure were delicious.

But muffins and endless cups of free hot chocolate didn’t lead to my passing the OEC exam, or to my CPR certification, or to my knowledge of what an ischial tuberosity is. It came down to really hard work: reading nearly 80 pages of the OEC textbook each night. I’ve memorized more in the past few weeks than in my last semester of college, and I take that to mean that the course here at Okemo is very, very effective and highly tuned toward success, rather than that I slacked off in college (really, I didn’t!).

All six of us patrol candidates were nearly at the breaking point — well, the point at which we were going to burn our books and yell, “Let us be outside!” — when the day of the test arrived. I felt a knot in my stomach, which is located in my upper left quadrant … Anyway, I was nervous, but also ready to put what I’d absorbed against the very best tests that our incredibly devious (and awesome) teachers could throw at us.

First: a written 100-question multiple-choice exam. It went by in a blur. I got 96 out of 100 and felt pretty good.

Second: five practical-skill exam stations. Each station tested a different technique or application of a skill that we’d learned and practiced countless times in class. But now it was serious, or at least it felt like it. And this wasn’t even an actual injured person … Luckily — well, actually, I credit our amazing teachers, Jimbo and Tom — I passed the practical exam, along with my five fellow candidates. We were now one step closer to getting on the mountain.

Only one thing remained in our way at that point: We had no snow. Oh, but the snow was coming, not from the sky but from Okemo’s snowmaking machines, and the snowmakers who made it all happen.

In the days ahead, I’ll be keeping a journal of what I see, what I do, and what I learn about taking care of people on a big and busy mountain. I know no day is quite identical to the next when you’re on hard-packed, steep inclines, running through mock assessments of “patients” with nearly every imaginable issue, or maneuvering a loaded toboggan for the first time down a double fall line while still hearing our instructor’s last words: “Whatever happens, do NOT let go of that sled!” Each time I take it out, loaded or not, I hear that warning again, and it reminds me how unpredictable but rewarding this job will be.

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5 Responses to Diary of a Ski Patrolman: The Beginning

  1. karalyn Gauvin December 10, 2010 at 5:34 pm #

    It’s the fog rolling off the mountains, the snow and certainly all of the people. Nice job, josh!

  2. Suzanne Bonilla December 10, 2010 at 7:09 pm #

    Having had the unfortunate need to be taken off a ski run by the patrollers with a torn ACL I can appreciate the training and dedication of these hard working people.
    Thanks for your efforts and if getting to ski all day is a perk——you deserve it.

  3. coori jodice December 11, 2010 at 10:27 am #

    Nice article Josh, I’m sure I’ll meet you Christmas week, being a “volly” at Okemo!

  4. Noah Shepard December 11, 2010 at 5:14 pm #

    Well done I enjoyed the read.

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