Still Going DownhillSheryl, Jan and Jill Throckmorton
Photographs
1 photograph
In their words
Exactly as they wrote it
Who they think of when they think of Showdown
My Dad, Jack Throckmorton, and all of my ski buddies
Their favorite memory
My earliest memory is being on my Dad's back as he is skiing down the mountain and I remember the wind blowing in my face and snuggling into his neck.
The craziest thing that ever happened up here
Driving my kids up there from Helena and being excited to finally take them to my favorite mountain. On the way the car broke down, so we were stuck on the side of the road until a good Samaritan stopped by and helped give us a ride to the mountain. The car was towed back to town, but we still were able to make it to the mountain and have a nice day.
History they know
Another time, another story...
Our father, Jack Throckmorton, was instrumental in helping create the original King’s Hill. As the story goes, Dad was on the mountain clearing trees when accidentally a chainsaw cut deep into his thigh There was blood everywhere.
A friend came to his aid, but the sight of the injury was so gruesome that the would-be rescuer passed out. So Dad had to administer first aid to himself. He managed to stop the bleeding enough to make it down the hill and to the hospital in Great Falls – where his leg was saved. He may have lost a lot of blood that day, but he earned a ski run named in his honor: Throckmorton’s Mile.
About the photographs
Jack and Margaret Throckmorton at Kings Hill in the early 1950s
Your turn
This page fills up with whoever sends something in. If you have been up this hill — once, or every weekend for forty years — you belong on it too.