The History of Toomba Continues...

Head East!

...so the Toombas decided they had seen enough of the lousy snow on Crystal Bump. The time had come for them to find a real mountain. One of the newer Toombas, Jimp , had seen such a place.

"We must leave abandon Crystal Mountain and go to the mountain they call Killington." Jimp declared one sunny autumn afternoon. "Where is this Killington, Oh wise Jimp?" the other Toombas inquired. "It is in a place called Vermont," the learned Jimp replied. "The mountain is big, and there is much snow there."

And night followed day until many moons passed and it was time to go to Killington.

They went in cars. They went in vans. They went in a Winnebago named Titanic. They had great fun in Titanic.

But then, disaster struck. After many hours cruising down the New York Thruway, Titanic came to a halt. The water pump had pumped its last.

So the Toombas spent the night in the bustling metropolis of Oneida, New York, that flatware mecca of the East while they waited for Earl and his band of idiots to replace the pump. The hapless Toombas searched in vain for alternate transportation. But nobody was leaving Oneida that fateful night.

"What shall we do?" cried Inge. This time it was Svenny who calmed the young lad, saying, "Don't fret, young Inge. We've brought along a goodly portion of grog to while away the hours when we're done skiing." 

"Cool," said Inge. "Let's drink."

So they stayed in the opulent surroundings of the Oneida Comfort Inn until the airport opened the next day and they could rent two cars to carry them to Killington while Titanic remained in the tender care of Earl and the Idiots.

Killington At Last

The Toombas eventually made their way to Vermont and saw what they had been seeking. It was Killington ! And there was much rejoicing.

So they stayed and skied and drank and fraternized with  a young lass named Deanna, who spent her days serving grog to the skiers.

But then, disaster struck. Gradyman Toomba had a nasty fall on the day's last run down the infamous Cascade. He slid down the mountainside and into the trees. There was wailing and the breaking of limbs.

Unfortunately for Gradyman Toomba, one of the broken limbs was Gradyman's leg. There was not much rejoicing as the ski patrol brought Gradyman Toomba down the mountain and loaded him into an ambulance.

After surgery to paste the offending limb back together, Gradyman spent the next several weeks in a cast.

Since that time the Toombas made their yearly trek to Killington, encountering various trials and tribulations along the way. Sometimes bad things happened, but mostly good things happened. Inge even won a pair of chicken skis at the Wobbly Vershnagen.

So now it is once again time to plan the Toomba return to the Green Mountains, the Royal Motel, and Killington. Join the Toombas!

And one more sound bite for Tom Rowe...