Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Roaring Brook Umbrella Bar

Woke up too early on my day off, so Vespi and I ventured up Skye Peak to check out the water flow and an uphill view of the Roaring Brook Umbrella Bar.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

You're Snowboarding, remember?

I got off the gondola today, strapped on my board, started off down Great Northern...
...and then I almost threw up.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Did I mention I love the Poma?

After three days off snow, I was beginning to go slightly crazy...

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Happy Thanksgiving, Everybody!

Today, I begin a new venture guest posting for those Famous Internet Skiers guys :)

So, for today's blog, you'll have to mosey on over to their website to check out my full twelve hours of skiing from yesterday's Thanksgiving storm.

Click here to go to the Famous Internet Skiers Website

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Winter is BACK!!

Sometimes it pays to get up before the lifties :)

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Take a Curtsey

A little less than two years after "tearing" my right ACL, I took The NTNs out for a few curtseys today :)

Oh the freedom of the free heel - literally! Nothing wrapped around my foot, pulling me toward the front of the binding. Just a secure lock on the ball of my foot.
and to be able to enjoy this freedom again...there is so much grace, so much elegance in tele skiing...the real beauty of the sport is able to come out. Rather than just banging out slalom turns or holding on tight for big wankers, you just flit, float, fleety flee, you fly...
And what an absolutely gorgeous day to do it. Don't get me wrong, the Glades still has minimal snow...but Great Northern was as soft and silky as she could be this time of year. And don't get me started on the sexiness of Mouse Trap today. Ahhhh! For some reason, something was scaring people away. I mean it could have been that big water bar, but I thought it was kind of fun when you came out it from a diagonal and then floated in the air for a few seconds. Just peaceful :)
Although there was some dancing, one day of telemarking in two years will lead you to some hyper technique analysis. Like how I was just an inch or two too far over on my right foot picky toe when it was my back foot. This would cause excruciating pain as I could feel my ankle vigorously twisting inside the boot right after the rear binding lock. My right foot is a half size smaller than my left, so I cranked the buckles down one more notch and put a little turned my ankle toward the big toe. No need to overcompensate for the duckbill slop :)
But once I got my technique dialed in, me, my green tubes & the Head Wild Ones took to the mountain with joy and a bug huge grin! My knee felt great, the clouds looked sick - and Snowdon should be almost 100% open by Thanksgiving. Tell me that isn't awesome! More dance floor :)
And then the crowds began to roar in -when I say roar, I don't mean Clarkie. I mean, young college and pre-college goons who think that making turns is for sissies. I will hand over the mountain to them. Everyone deserves the opportunity to enjoy the mountain.
May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You,

Monday, November 21, 2011

Lift Service...An Adventure?

Today, the first Daddy-Daughter Ski Day of the season, was marked by some of the most interesting and invigorating terrain of the season:
Great Northern

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Farewell, Rippie

Today we bid a tearful goodbye to Vespi's older cousin, her soulmate, her hiking partner, ski buddy and best friend in the whole wide world.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Air In the Lines at Bear!

Haven't been to Bear Mountain Base Area since Tropical Storm Irene...

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

May I Join You?

Tuesday, November 15, 2011


Today, I rode the lift.
And I skied. And skied. And skied.

As I loaded the car with my skis, boots and poles, I could feel the excitement building. In fact, I really hadn't slept at all last night in anticipation of the greatness that would be today.
As any good resort skier knows, self-presentation in the parking lot is extremely important. Just for this day, I had chosen a cassette tape that I had treasured as a young girl. I had dreams of skiing like Scott Schmidt & Glen Plake - what skier from the 80s didn't? My warm up music today? The soundtrack from Greg Stump's masterpiece, Liscense to Thrill.
First up the gondola, soaking in the easy ride to the top. Even though I have played in the snow many times already this winter, today felt like my first time. Like a winter virgin, I strove to sneak a peak at the manmade winter wonderland that awaited just at the top of the canyon: That fall skiing mecca of the Glades Triple.
And then I was there. Well, sort of anyways.
The section of Great Northern down to the triple had to be one of the most grustrating sections of trail. Past the fleet of groomers awaiting the 4:20 work call, past the new cascade pipeline...I just wanted to make a turn, to feel my feet dancing underneath me, to not just glide but to move, to sway, to ski...
Standing at the top of Lower East Glade, I knew my moment had come. I pushed with my poles, took a few skates and rounded the hump toward the pitch. Left, right, left, right...diving my tips down over the moguls, caressing them with the balls of my feet and then my heels.
I was skiing again.
Run after run, I banged out slalom turns, cranked GS turns and just let the fall time almost slush take me where it would. There is nothing quite so wonderful as feeling the slow glide underneath the base of your ski as you float down the mountain.
With my iPhone streaming No Doubt, even the lift didn't seem so bad. As the fixed grip Glades Triple slowly made it's way up the mountain, I took the time to soak un the scenery. I love this mountain, its beauty, its wonder...the Green Mountains all laid out for us to see.
And then it would be time to raise the safety bar, take a deep breathe and skid around the exit ramp. Should I take the smooth or the bumped run? The choice of two different styles of skiing presented themselves to you at the top - neither one evil, but both just absolutely wonderful in their own way.
You bore witness to how much work the resort's snowmaking crew has accomplished - building up the same section of trail over and over again to put forth a quality product each and every weekend since the end of October.
But that wasn't why I was here today.
I was here to ski.
And ski I did.
Oh my. it was wonderful. Every turn felt like home, so comfortable and glorious, like I was rocking myself to sleep but instead rocking myself futher and further into the groove.
The ski groove.
i once heard an instructor describe skiing as making love to the mountain.
Well, then.
I felt like I rocked this mountain's world today.

She definately rocked mine.
And as I headed back up the Stairway to Heaven, skis over my shoulder and poles getting caught on every other stair because I just wasn't paying attention. I thought.
I thought about how blessed we are to have such a wonderful sport, where we can enjoy the mountains and they us, whe winter can be celebrated and enjoyed rather than bitched and whined about.
A sport where we can ski, and laugh, and love.
And then it was off to Sushi Yoshi, for beer and free general tsao's wings.
Now THAT is how you end a perfect ski day.

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You,

Monday, November 14, 2011

In Search of Natural Snow

Morning run before work to see if we could find any natural snow left about on the mountain...

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Pre-Dawn Summit Ascent

Dragged my dad and his dog out of bed at five o'clock in the morning to hike through the dark up to the summit of Killington

So we strapped on our headlamps and headed up in the pitch black before even the lifties were out.

Just my, dad, me, two dogs...and an army of snowmakers :)

I love you dad, but you do know how to make a headlamp looks absolutely rediculous.

By the time we arrived at the summit around 7am, the lifties were just getting dropped off at the snowmobiles after their truck ride up the workroad.

They were impressed (and surprised) that we had walked all the way up ... and in the dark.

Of course, there was no visible sunrise to speak of...but we did get to The Light right at the time that there was light. It made me giggle.

Surprisingly, there was no need for stabilizers or crampons anywhere - no visible frozen water - but my dad did say he would have liked snowshoes for the short section of Great Northern we had to walk.

They started blowing snow on Upper Downdraft this morning!

most frustrating part of the morning?
Having to walk DOWN the Stairway to Heaven.

And then, all the way back down...

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You,

Friday, November 11, 2011

White Dust, Baby!

Rolled out of bed, threw on my flip flops and headed up to the mountain...

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

With minimal snow on the ground here in Killington, we loaded up the car and headed to the Adirondacks to get our float on.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Shit Show Season

Each winter, as the resort ski season begins, a wierd phenomona takes over the community: Shit Show Season.

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Genetically Modified...Snow?

On cold morning rides up the Snowdon Triple, my teammates and I would create an imaginary scenario where snow would fall when it was 70 degrees and skiing could be a year round sport.

Friday, November 4, 2011

Mountaineering at Killington?

Before the sun rose this morning, I was axe in hand and halfway up Skye Peak...

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Even the Best Laid Plans...

For the first time this year, I laid all my gear out the night before...but then we ended up at the Long Trail Party Release of the Centenntial Red at JAX. It is extremely difficult to set your alarm for 6am when you get home from the bar at 3am. But hey, that's why we live in Killington, right?

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

From Ski Boots to Flip Flops

It's always my favorite thing when I get to wear flip flops back and forth from the mountain...