First Chair at 70: 65 Years of Wyoming Skiing at White Pine
Ginny Hout and Eliane Hout getting first chair.
On January 4, 2026, Virginia "Ginny" Hout-Gibson got first chair at White Pine on her 70th birthday.
But she wasn't alone. Her brother Bill Hout, his wife Eliane Hout, and their lifelong friend Don Jackson were right there with her.
The same four kids from Pinedale who learned to ski here in the 1960s are still making turns together.
That's what 65 years of White Pine looks like.
Getting There Was Half the Battle
In 1961, just 20 years after the mountain first opened, five-year-old Ginny was grabbing the rope tow for the first time.
Getting to the mountain meant having a 4x4, and even then, someone was always getting stuck in the mud. Ginny's mom - Patricia, who "was a skiing fiend" - would show up in her white Jeep - which was always more mud than white.
When cars got stuck in the mud at White Pine - which was all the time - everyone would stop to help pull them out. That was just what you did.
There were no fancy base layers or Gore-Tex shells. Kids skied in Levis.
Ginny remembers one winter skiing in leather shorts with suspenders, which were a Bavarian-style, because that's what they had.
"You were always a step away from frostbite or hypothermia," she says, "so you just kept skiing."
She remembers the wooden skis with cable bindings and lace-up boots. And how the cable bindings would always freeze up in the cold.
While some families bought burgers from the grill or brought sandwiches up, Eliane's mom sent her daughter up the mountain with cold baked potatoes, salt, and pepper, all tucked neatly in a bag.
The Houts and their friends made skiing work however they could.
Ginny's father, William “Bill” Hout, was a mechanic in town, and he became White Pine's unofficial lift mechanic. The early rope tow and later poma lift would break down all the time, so he'd be on standby to fix the old car motors that powered them.
That's how Ginny and her siblings were able to get ski lessons.
Don’s mom sold lift tickets there, and he recalls that at the time, it was only $6 a day. It's how he got to ski all the time up here.
Ginny with her mom and “siblings getting ready to go to White Pine to ski.” 1960s.
Pinedale Peewees to Ski Racers
The ski instructor who taught Ginny and the kids during that era was Monty Skinner.
Monty ran the ski school at White Pine and taught the local ski racers. His wife Donna was an avid skier too, as well as their daughters - Ellen, Mary, and Amy - who all ski raced too.
Don recalls how Mary Lynn Worl taught him.
The Worl’s owned the Ford dealership in town. And Ginny’s father was the head mechanic there, which made him an expert mechanic on the poma lift.
The Skinner family essentially defined the racing culture at White Pine in those years.
Ginny's younger brother Bryan started ski racing at 8, so naturally Ginny started ski racing too at 10.
They were all called "the peewees" on the hill.
Both Ginny and Bryan later raced in Park City and Jackson and had a few medals.
But ski racing can be unforgiving if the course gets chewed up.
In her last race at Snow King in Jackson, Ginny came down after other skiers, including local Mary Skinner - "a better racer who'd earned a better seat position."
By the time Ginny hit that section, the snow was rutted, and she fell.
"I was scared," she says. "So I didn't want to do it anymore."
But her brother Bryan kept going, though. His nickname was "Jean Claude" because he was that good. He'd do flips and daffies off the rocks and into the air while kids watched from below on what is still called Sunny's Run today. He skied like he'd been born on the mountain and was heading to the Junior Olympics until he blew out his knee playing football.
Steve Pfisterer was another Pinedale ski kid who became a local legend on the race circuit, along with his sister, Renee, and brother, Harvey.
And there are many other notable skiers from here, such as Karen Korfanta whose career includes being on the 1968 Olympic team, who have gone on to compete, make a name for themselves in the ski industry, or simply just rip at skiing for themselves and their love of the sport.
These were and are the skiers who make White Pine mean something beyond just a local ski hill.
They were fast, they were fearless, and they are proof that a small Wyoming resort can produce real talent.
Ginny kept skiing for the rest of her life.
"Skiing is in my blood," she says simply. Growing up here skiing, just does that to you.
The Lodge Through the Years
When Ginny first started skiing, there was a small, basically empty log cabin near the base.
"Real rustic, just a fire to keep warm."
That's where families would gather between runs.
Patricia would bring cinnamon rolls to share with other skiers and the kids.
That's the kind of skiing community it was.
You took care of each other. You skied together. And you almost froze together!
In 1965, later in her childhood, White Pine built a substantial lodge, or well, a real lodge that was long and narrow, with big floor-to-ceiling windows looking up at the hill. There were rooms you could rent behind the kitchen and the bar. There was a big bar that served liquor, tables where families would gather during and after a day on the mountain.
"It was beautiful," Ginny remembers. "You'd come in from skiing and go in there. It was almost all glass, so you could look out at the ski area."
She remembers what came before, as she's known four lodges at White Pine during her lifetime.
White Pine was a place to gather and celebrate, and was popular for weddings.
Ginny got married at White Pine in 1975 in an open area west of the parking lot.
Ginny’s sister, Kathryn, had her wedding reception on an October afternoon, and it started snowing! So they rushed inside for the reception.
These are only two of the many weddings held at White Pine over the years.
Pictured left to right: Ginny’s 1975 wedding 1) walking towards the mountain after wedding; 2) ceremony at west end of the parking lot, there used to be a lot of trees there; 3) wedding party on side of the lodge; and 4) Ginny before the wedding with her parents and sister on the side of the lodge which had rooms to rent.
The Mountain and the Lift
That original “rope tow was rough.”
It would almost “jerk your arm off catching it, so you would have to brace yourself and get ready.”
Everyone wore long stocking caps in those days, but "no way we should've worn those, as they often get caught up in the rope tow."
The lift line would stretch "10-to-15 minutes, and about 20% of people couldn't get on the thing. Little kids would get launched off it, and so would I" Ginny fondly recalls laughing.
The rope tow would break down regularly, and the resort eventually upgraded to a poma lift, but it kept breaking down as well. And why Ginny’s father would hang out at the hill, cause eventually, the lifts would go down.
The terrain was different then, too.
The poma lift was where Lynx and Steve's Run is today.
Upper Fremont was called "the Ridge," and what's now Bonneville was "Sitz Mark."
On her 70th birthday run, Ginny skied down Bonneville. But for her, it was, "I skied down Sitz Mark!"
A Town That Raised Skiers
This was Pinedale in the 1960s and '70s: a town where kids would stop at Korfanta's Drug Store - now the Collective - for Green Rivers and "the hooch" (ice cream with malted milk and chocolate syrup, all layered) for 50 cents.
Albert "Sunny" Korfanta was the local pharmacist, but also one of Pinedale's most legendary skiers. He was the guy who essentially got our ski hill off the ground back in 1940!
So it only makes sense that his drug store was also the central hub for skiers to convene off the mountain.
And in winters with heavy snow, they'd run cutter races (horse-drawn sleigh races) or simply skijor down Main Street. Cause sometimes getting to White Pine wasn’t possible by car.
There was also a ski course built off the bluffs on the first ranch on the left in Daniel. An old cat would groom it, and it's where they and the ski team would practice when some days getting to White Pine wasn't possible.
Pinedale is a town that has raised skiers because enjoying the winters with your kids here is just what you do.
And everyone pitched in to pull a stuck car out of the snow, or mud, because next time it'd be you.
Ginny’s mom and daughter skiing White Pine, 1980s.
Generations on the Mountain
Ginny’s daughter and Bill and Eliane’s children all learned to ski at White Pine. Other generations of family members skied and ski here.
Ginny's mom, Patricia, skied into her 80s - now she's a legend! - and skied here after the chairlift was put in.
Patricia also taught her grandkids the same way she'd taught her own children… By example, by showing up, by making it work no matter what. And having fun, even if it’s cold.
Don still comes up regularly to ski with his grandkids.
Three generations now making turns on the same mountain he learned on.
The Houts, the Jacksons, the Skinners, the Shrivers, the Worls, the Jorgensens, the Pfisterers, the Korfantas (and other names not mentioned here) are the families who made this place run because they love it.
And who are still here, still skiing.
Skiing Glee
When you ask Ginny what White Pine means to her, she doesn't hesitate.
"Glee. Hometown glee. That's what I feel when I'm on the mountain. I ski fast, because of course, I ski raced. It just warms my heart skiing."
First chair at 70. With your brother, your childhood friends, and the people who've known you since you were that five-year-old skiing in leather shorts here, now that's special.
They skied together.
They'd eat her mom's cinnamon rolls together.
And they’d wait for her dad to fix the lift when it’d go down together.
That's what generations of families at White Pine look like.
That's Wyoming skiing the way it should be.
Pictured from left to right, Eliane Hout, Ginny Hout, Bill Hout and Don Jackson.
With stories shared by Virginia "Ginny" Hout-Gibson, Bill & Eliane Hout, and Don Jackson. A special thank you, Ginny, for letting us share your family’s White Pine story.
Stories like Ginny's are why we price our family season passes the way we do. Three generations on the same mountain doesn't happen by accident.
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