Tree skiing in... Suburban New-York!

I just stumbled on a series of pictures of my son Thomas, taken during the winter of 1985 in our backyard of Chappaqua, New York. This is actually where he learned how to ski, not unlike his Dad.

We actually both did it just behind the family home! I remember that I packed the snow myself and that Thomas picked up the wedge right away and immediately understood how to turn.

The end of the run wasn't the safest there could be, but he managed to always stop or fall before some large tree would stop him.

Since we started from the back of the house, any run meant climbing back up the hill; a grueling predicament, but these were different days and more appropriately, a unique era that is now gone for good...