“You’re on board!” The words, spoken by Doug Stoup, confirmed that my dream of skiing in Antarctica would actually come true.
“You’ll be working with the Warren Miller film crew, and you’re going to need to turn over a bunch of paperwork next week. But you should probably go secure your plane ticket first and let’s connect Monday”.
Astonished, dumbfounded, and amazed, a feeling of overwhelming joy came over me unlike anything I had ever felt before. Finally, after a decade of dreaming and months of scheming I had been given “the golden ticket”. Of course Charlie’s golden ticket was to meet Mr. Wanka and tour his candy factory. Mine was similar from a skier’s standpoint; the opportunity to not only visit my seventh continent, but to make turns there as well.
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