Mission Ridge was a regular destination for me being about 2 hours north and with excellent terrain and snow conditions (and plenty of sunshine and a good view of Wenatchee and the Columbia River). Some friends of mine would clock themselves at 60+ mph down Bomber Bowl but I was not that fearless.
I had a buddy I skied with in the Sierras. He was always screaming “Need for SPEED!”
He was fearless. I wouldn’t even dare to try to keep up with him.
I remember around 1980 going from Texas to see my grandparents in Ellensburg and we skied at Mission Ridge. We all wore scotch guarded Wranglers and the locals wore bell bottomed Jordache. We stood out like a sore thumb.