One from Whistler
I spent from September 1997 to May 1998 in Whistler, BC and I have only a single photo to show for the entire experience.
These were the days long before mobile phones, Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. When you were on the hill, you were out of reach and it was just you, your friends and the mountain (unless you were staff and had a radio).
If you lost your riding buddies up there, especially at a big place like Whistler, that was the last you'd see of them for at least a few hours. Maybe you'd catch up to them on the lift or at the lodge, but there was a pretty good chance you'd be riding without them for the rest of the day.
Simpler times, they were. Unplugged by nature.