In 1987, when everyone had hair and a thirty-two inch waist, the trip centered around drinking more than skiing, although thats not to say that drinking isnt still an important part of every trip. 87 saw the likes of Frank, Jaime, Lars, Havens, Bob, Huckaby and Daddy Doza. May they someday rise from the dead to join The Commitment again. This was the year that we all slept on Goldies floor, and then proceeded to sleep four to a room with two double beds. Who could ever forget the sight of seeing a darkened motel room well into the a.m., with the only light coming from the smoldering ash of the cigarette Bird kept sucking? Or the steeps off of Chair #7, or the emmergence of Fraher the Bomber and Eddie the Eagle.