I fondly remember summertime in the early 1970s at Post Lake in Wisconsin. I was in awe that Barb and Judy could easily get up on one ski. At the time, I couldn't manage to get up on two. I think to some degree that "wanting to be same" stuck with me; and maybe that is why skiing remains such a passion of mine.
Post Lake 1972
I'd gone back to Post Lake a few more times in the late-70s and early-80s; it was great, but it wasn't the same vibe.
Post Lake 1975