Yes, another day at Loon @loonmtn — but this time as a stop-over, on a mini @IkonPass roadtrip that would include Sunday River as well. I woke up to a 5:45 alarm, was in the car by 6:30, and on the mountain shortly after 8:30.
It was the coldest day so far for me this season (single digits F): I added an extra layer on top and went with glove liners under mittens for the hands. That was just about right for the first half of the day.
Loon is now open edge-to-edge, from North Peak to South Peak. After a gondi ride up to Loon Peak and a short ski down to the Tote Road transverse lift, I took an easy trip down Boom Run to get reacquainted with South Peak territory. Next lap I hit Twitcher, which was in surprisingly good shape after Friday’s r*!n. From the lift, Ripsaw looked just as good, but was roped off. Another run down Cruiser, just ’cause, and back on the Tote Road to Loon Peak.
Angel Street, which had skied pretty well when I was last here in November, was now a skating rink. A group of tween racers passed me as I picked my path down, yelling at their coach: “You found the iciest trail on the mountain!”
Then to North Peak for an early lunch at Camp III.
Venison stew, at last! (Oh, damn, I see now that I didn’t follow the rules of food photography.)
Upper Flume was closed. On skier’s left, huge snow-making whales stockpiled product reserved for the weekend. With enough speed coming down Haulback, one could summit the lowest of these.
Guns blasted Lower Flume, and steady skier traffic formed the snow into soft bumps. Fun stuff!
I took another trek over the South Peak in the early afternoon, and discovered that the Ripsaw rope had dropped!
Except for the 15% or so that was glare ice, it skied just fine, thanks. But one run there was enough.
Summary: a real mixed bag; i.e., classic New England skiing.