I had an uncle that did that for years. In the summer he worked in silver mines and in the winter he worked ski patrol. He eventually quit because in his words, “I got tired of risking my neck for dumb rich guys who couldn’t stay where they were supposed to.”
He was also a cliff diver and lived in an honest to God log cabin. I spent a summer with him once where I had to chop all of his firewood for the winter.
The best memory I have is when he spilt his beer all over the living room and my aunt walks in and goes, “It smells like a Turkish brothel in here.” My uncle completely straight faced answered, “no it doesn’t.” Well it turns out he spent some time in a Turkish brothel in the 70s as well.
I had an uncle that did that for years. In the summer he worked in silver mines and in the winter he worked ski patrol. He eventually quit because in his words, “I got tired of risking my neck for dumb rich guys who couldn’t stay where they were supposed to.”
He was also a cliff diver and lived in an honest to God log cabin. I spent a summer with him once where I had to chop all of his firewood for the winter.
The best memory I have is when he spilt his beer all over the living room and my aunt walks in and goes, “It smells like a Turkish brothel in here.” My uncle completely straight faced answered, “no it doesn’t.” Well it turns out he spent some time in a Turkish brothel in the 70s as well.