Category: Ski day

A little bit of new snow made a huge difference. Most trails skied great, and the snow piling up at the end of the day meant good things for the next.

The first of three days at the river followed a thaw and a hard freeze, and conditions were classic East Coast icy.

But a dicey day here beats not skiing at all!

Back to Loon.

A day trip mid-week meant the lifts would start spinning at 9:00. My alarm was set for 6:00. After exercising the snooze button twice I was out of bed at 6:18 and in the car with a travel mug filled with coffee at 6:50. As I crested Route 2 I caught the sun rising over Boston in the rear view mirror. Light traffic and clear weather got me to the mountain with time to spare.

First run of the day was Angel Street, followed by a trip up the North Peak Express, and then Walking Boss.

Angel Street skied alright, but Walking Boss was marginal. There’d been a thaw the previous day, and the overnight re-freeze had taken a serious toll.

The Run of the Day was Upper Picked Rock, thanks to a continuous pelting of fresh, man-made snow. The deep, soft bumps were a happy contrast to the crust, death-cookies, and boilerplate ice elsewhere on the mountain.

Lunch was a quick bowl of beef stew at the Summit Cafe.

In the afternoon, testing Lower Flume, I made my first fall of the season: a minor skis-out, butt-on-the-ground gaffe I blame completely on the icy conditions. The trail is steep enough that a quick push was all I needed to get upright and moving again.

Another outing with the Doctor: our first visit to Wildcat (@skiwildcat).

This is an old-school New England mountain that skis bigger than it looks. While they had only one lift running, lines were no issue — the big perk of weekday skiing.

Conditions were excellent for early December: there was a decent amount of soft, powdery snow on the majority un-groomed runs.

After exploring most of the mountain over the course of the morning, we had left one major trail unexplored: Upper Wildcat. Since getting to it requires a bit of uphill travel, the Doctor (who rides a board) opted out of the trial run. We made tentative plans to meet mid-mountain if that proved possible, or, if not, at the lodge, for an early lunch. Upper Wildcat was worth the work getting to: tons of soft bumps and plenty of width to roam.

At what felt like halfway down the mountain, I spied a small trail cutting back towards the center and set out on it aiming to rendezvous with the Doctor. I’m pretty sure the trail was the unnamed transverse at the bottom of this picture:

On the mountain, it has a very official looking sign and a name (cat-themed, of course) that I can’t recall. It looked like just the ticket… But after the first few dozen yards, it got narrower. And narrower. And (yes) narrower. It narrowed to the width of a pair of skis. Then it called for some uphill effort. And then it came to a five-foot drop. I popped off the skis, slid down, and marched on. I then came to a three or four foot ledge that had to be climbed, beyond which Catapult could be seen. At this point, I was sweating.

The trail (what there was of it) split and, to avoid another climb, took what looked like the more direct path out, only to find a brook babbling over a granite slab between me and Catapult.

So, uphill after all, to get above the stream. After a final push through the trees I made it out, got the skis back on, and, winded, headed down to meet the Doctor for lunch.  “In lodge” said his text, which got to my phone ten minutes after we reunited.  That much I’d guessed.

After a two-week break I hit Loon (@LoonMtn) with the Doctor.

Much more open here than at Sunday River on Day 1. With multiple lifts in play the crowd spread out nicely. Run of the day was off the East Basin triple: Haulback to Lower Walking Boss.

This was this first time I’ve been to Sunday River (@SundayRiver) this early in the season. Only the Locke triple was running, and while they had a top-to-bottom path, they were employing the mid-station for those who just wanted to lap the top of the mountain.

The crowd was thick at the base to start the day, and never really thinned out, in large part because they had to leave empty chairs for those boarding at mid-station.

The top third skied pretty well, considering the fact that it was mostly man-made white stuff.

Below mid-station was death-cookies, but the top is such a short run I only uploaded there once.

The long lines at the base dragged on until the end of the day.

Still, it beat not skiing.

Almost six months to the day from the first outing of the season: what will probably be the last outing of the season. Like last year, I spent the last day lapping Superstar at Killington.

I arrived early (made the fifth or sixth chair right at the 8:00 opening) and so got a couple of runs in on the groomed terrain. The bumps formed quickly, and, after about an hour, it was hard to believe the trail had been groomed at all.

Superstar wasn’t the only trail open. For those willing to hike a bit, Ovation was also available, and it was worth the walk.

Here’s a YouTube video from the day showing some great bump skiers (disclaimer: I have no idea who the creator is, or why he made such funky aspect ratio choices).

Here’s another giving first person views of the conditions.

Skied Mount Sunapee after dropping #1 daughter back at school following her rugby sevens tourney at Harvard. The first hour was fine, early spring skiiing, but then the rain rolled in. Dripping wet with temperatures in the 50’s at the base and 40’s at the summit made for a fairly miserable outing. I cut the day short after ten runs.