Warren Miller, the ski bum whose films made him king of the slopes, dies at 93
by Steve Chawkins, Los Angeles Times
Jan 25, 2018
5 minutes
Freezing in a cramped trailer, shooting rabbits for dinner, slurping a gruel of ketchup and oyster crackers: Warren Miller's early 20s would have been downright Dickensian if they weren't so much fun.
Miller was a ski bum before it required having a trust fund and four-wheel drive. In the late 1940s, when just 15 or so ski lifts threaded their way up the mountains in the West, Miller and a buddy planted themselves for the winter in a parking lot at the ski resort in Sun Valley, Idaho. They snuck onto the hill without paying, met girls, held parties, and had a marvelous time - a pattern he repeated, and then repeatedly lauded, over more than half a century.
Though he once boasted that
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