Concrete slides FTW
On a recent company trip to Mt. Washington, I had a chance to ride an alpine slide at the Attitash Ski Resort. My family used to do ride one of these at Alpine Ridge (a now-defunct small ski area in Gilford, N.H., down the road from my grandparents' summer house) at least a few times each summer from 1980-1987. As I told Lori after I finished the ride, nothing I've ever done has opened such a floodgate of childhood memories as riding that slide did.
The Alpine Ridge chairlift (as seen in the winter, but used for the slide in the summer)
The process for riding the slide has apparently not changed in 20 years. Neither have the slides themselves, which seem way way smaller than they used to be (believe it or not, back in 1985 I was actually shorter than I am now). They still get the slides up the hill via empty gondola chairs, they still run the slides down a conveyor belt of sorts, and you still have to pick them up yourself and lug them to the start of the track. The instructions/rules sign was the same one they used in Gilford. And they still lined people up by twos into the side-by-side tracks, with two sleepy teenagers releasing folks down the slide in pairs.
I probably didn't go nearly as fast as I did when I was a kid. Back then I was pretty much made of cartilage, so falling off wasn't a big deal. In fact, there's a great video kicking around of my dad filming me going down the slide (circa 1983), turning around to wave at him, and flinging my slide and my flailing self off the tracks and down a steep, wooded embankment. I lived, but just barely.
I would NOT let that happen again, not at age 30 when I'm all bone and worn-out rotator joints. Even though I had a conservative run, I felt like I was going a million miles an hour. I still sped up as fast as I could go entering the final turn, and then braked as hard as I could at the end of the last straightaway, stopping JUST in time to avoid crashing into the "safety tire" located at the end of the track.
You can't tell, but I'm going like Mach-7 here
When the slide came to a complete stop, I half-expected my grandfather would be there to take me to get a Slush Puppy at the nearby snack shed ... but I quickly snapped back to reality. Instead, I was greeted by a really nice pregnant lady who was nice enough to hold all my stuff while I went on the ride. Funny how times change!

















