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Mueller Metal Buildings
- A structure with a roof and walls, such as a house, school, store, or factory
- The process or business of constructing something
- (building) construction: the act of constructing something; “during the construction we had to take a detour”; “his hobby was the building of boats”
- The process of commissioning, financing, or overseeing the construction of something
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- Molkerei Alois Müller GmbH & Co. KG (Müller Dairy (U.K.) often called Müllermilch or simply Müller) is a German dairy company, based in Aretsried which is part of the Bavarian municipality of Fischach. It is part of the Unternehmensgruppe Theo Müller, a multinational producer of dairy products.
- Müller is a lunar impact crater. It is located in the highlands near the center of the Moon, in the center of the triangle formed by the much larger craters Albategnius, Ptolemaeus, and Hipparchus. To the east lies Halley, while to the northwest is Gyldén.
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- Broken stone for use in making roads
- cover with metal
- Gold and silver (as tinctures in blazoning)
- metallic: containing or made of or resembling or characteristic of a metal; “a metallic compound”; “metallic luster”; “the strange metallic note of the meadow lark, suggesting the clash of vibrant blades”- Ambrose Bierce
- A solid material that is typically hard, shiny, malleable, fusible, and ductile, with good electrical and thermal conductivity (e.g., iron, gold, silver, copper, and aluminum, and alloys such as brass and steel)
- metallic element: any of several chemical elements that are usually shiny solids that conduct heat or electricity and can be formed into sheets etc.
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Gondola Barn
The Barn
There aren’t a lot of places someone returning to Whistler after a twenty year absence can visit and still recognize. Some parts of Emerald, Alpine Meadows, and Whistler Cay might still look the same. The West Side road still contains pockets of an older Whistler. The same can be said for a few areas in some of the other older neighborhoods but the garbage dump has changed and that has forced most of Whistler to change right along with it.
The collection of old buildings at the bottom of Franz’s run is one place that looks pretty much the same as it did decades ago. True, the Olive Chair is long gone and there’s no cable running out of the barn anymore, but the buildings themselves are originals.
The Gondola Barn was one of the first buildings the Garibaldi Lift Company built when Whistler opened in 1965-66. It’s going to vanish next spring.
The engineers have already been through the barn, taking pictures, figuring out the easiest way to demolish it. The Creekside is being ‘revitalized’ and the old Barn has to go. It’s in the way because the first step to development of the Creekside is to contain Franz’s Creek and to do that the engineers need room to work. The Barn is in the way.
The engineers say it’s too old and rotten to take apart and rebuild somewhere else. It’ll be knocked down next spring, and another page of Whistler’s history will vanish, just as so many other buildings in this valley have vanished. In a valley where real estate prices soar out of control old buildings apparently have no intrinsic worth.
A lot of people went through that old Barn over the years. It was the bottom station for a Mueller gondola and was the only lift that ran out of the valley (excluding the T-bar nearby which only ran up a couple of hundred feet). In time as Whistler grew more popular a second lift, the Olive Chair, was built right beside the Gondola line.
Each silver gondola car held four people; two people rode facing up the hill, two people faced downhill. There was no standing. The size of the cabin encouraged conversation, it was next to impossible to ignore someone in that small a space; many friendships and even some marriages can trace their beginning back to those little cabins.
There was one Plexiglas window which slid up and down. These windows all worked flawlessly until the lift was retired. Among other things they all had BOK scratched into them but that’s another (possibly incriminating) story.
On warm spring afternoons liftees could be persuaded to leave the door unlocked so it could be swung open after it left mid-station. For reasons never entirely clear the lift company seemed to prefer running the Gondola when it was sunny and the Olive Chair when it was raining. On hot days downloaders could enjoy the breeze and the view as they floated off the mountain but riders who forgot to hold the door closed as it entered the barn at the bottom were never offered that privilege again because the door would jam into the floor and the lift would have to be stopped.
The ride took about twenty minutes, far too long by today’s standards, but at the time, having nothing faster to compare it with, it offered skiers a chance to recover and relax.
On busy weekends the Barn was choreographed mayhem. Once the cable was running at top speed the only way to increase the uphill capacity of the lift was to put more cars out on the line. Top speed was one car every thirty seconds.
The cars came down the line into the barn where they were caught by a liftee as the clamps disengaged and moved onto an overhead rail. Another liftee had to then push the car around the bullwheel. This sounds easy but the liftee had to remember to wait for the return carriage to move back into place before pushing the gondola around. Every now and then a liftee would forget and a car would go crashing onto the floor. This would slow things down because, although made of aluminum these cars were heavy, and four or more liftees would have to be found to lift the car back up onto the rails.
Once safely around the bullwheel another liftee would help skiers load their skis onto the outside rack, hold the car while they got in, then lock the door and push the car out at the appropriate second. The liftee pushing cars out of the barn had to keep track of the seconds because the number of cars on the uphill line had to match the number of cars on the downhill line. The liftee also had to remember not to push a car out as the splice went through, but that was fairly easy as the cable splice made a distinctive noise as it traveled through the Barn.
Being hung over and working in the Gondola Barn on a weekend was a preview of Hell. It was noisy, demanding, and relentless. At thirty second intervals there would be a car coming in as a car was being pushed around the bullwheel and there would also be one, maybe two cars waiting to be pushed
Gondola Barn
The Barn
There aren’t a lot of places someone returning to Whistler after a twenty year absence can visit and still recognize. Some parts of Emerald, Alpine Meadows, and Whistler Cay might still look the same. The West Side road still contains pockets of an older Whistler. The same can be said for a few areas in some of the other older neighborhoods but the garbage dump has changed and that has forced most of Whistler to change right along with it.
The collection of old buildings at the bottom of Franz’s run is one place that looks pretty much the same as it did decades ago. True, the Olive Chair is long gone and there’s no cable running out of the barn anymore, but the buildings themselves are originals.
The Gondola Barn was one of the first buildings the Garibaldi Lift Company built when Whistler opened in 1965-66. It’s going to vanish next spring.
The engineers have already been through the barn, taking pictures, figuring out the easiest way to demolish it. The Creekside is being ‘revitalized’ and the old Barn has to go. It’s in the way because the first step to development of the Creekside is to contain Franz’s Creek and to do that the engineers need room to work. The Barn is in the way.
The engineers say it’s too old and rotten to take apart and rebuild somewhere else. It’ll be knocked down next spring, and another page of Whistler’s history will vanish, just as so many other buildings in this valley have vanished. In a valley where real estate prices soar out of control old buildings apparently have no intrinsic worth.
A lot of people went through that old Barn over the years. It was the bottom station for a Mueller gondola and was the only lift that ran out of the valley (excluding the T-bar nearby which only ran up a couple of hundred feet). In time as Whistler grew more popular a second lift, the Olive Chair, was built right beside the Gondola line.
Each silver gondola car held four people; two people rode facing up the hill, two people faced downhill. There was no standing. The size of the cabin encouraged conversation, it was next to impossible to ignore someone in that small a space; many friendships and even some marriages can trace their beginning back to those little cabins.
There was one Plexiglas window which slid up and down. These windows all worked flawlessly until the lift was retired. Among other things they all had BOK scratched into them but that’s another (possibly incriminating) story.
On warm spring afternoons liftees could be persuaded to leave the door unlocked so it could be swung open after it left mid-station. For reasons never entirely clear the lift company seemed to prefer running the Gondola when it was sunny and the Olive Chair when it was raining. On hot days downloaders could enjoy the breeze and the view as they floated off the mountain but riders who forgot to hold the door closed as it entered the barn at the bottom were never offered that privilege again because the door would jam into the floor and the lift would have to be stopped.
The ride took about twenty minutes, far too long by today’s standards, but at the time, having nothing faster to compare it with, it offered skiers a chance to recover and relax.
On busy weekends the Barn was choreographed mayhem. Once the cable was running at top speed the only way to increase the uphill capacity of the lift was to put more cars out on the line. Top speed was one car every thirty seconds.
The cars came down the line into the barn where they were caught by a liftee as the clamps disengaged and moved onto an overhead rail. Another liftee had to then push the car around the bullwheel. This sounds easy but the liftee had to remember to wait for the return carriage to move back into place before pushing the gondola around. Every now and then a liftee would forget and a car would go crashing onto the floor. This would slow things down because, although made of aluminum these cars were heavy, and four or more liftees would have to be found to lift the car back up onto the rails.
Once safely around the bullwheel another liftee would help skiers load their skis onto the outside rack, hold the car while they got in, then lock the door and push the car out at the appropriate second. The liftee pushing cars out of the barn had to keep track of the seconds because the number of cars on the uphill line had to match the number of cars on the downhill line. The liftee also had to remember not to push a car out as the splice went through, but that was fairly easy as the cable splice made a distinctive noise as it traveled through the Barn.
Being hung over and working in the Gondola Barn on a weekend was a preview of Hell. It was noisy, demanding, and relentless. At thirty second intervals there would be a car coming in as a car was being pushed around the bullwheel and there would also be one, maybe two
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