Monday, February 27, 2012

A Classic Afternoon

With ants in my pants at work today, I knew that a tour through the woods was going to be a lot more personally rewarding than sitting on a chairlift for a few hours.

Still trying to figure out classic skiing, I headed on down to the touring center...and today I was able to put my skis on without any help from strangers :). Perhaps it was my new Mammut Rash Jacket, a super sick windstopper piece with thumbies that somehow matches my Mammut Eiger Extreme Mittellegi Pants. The full-zip jacket weighs like 7 ounces, so it's perfect for XC running and skiing. I've been looking at it in the shop for months now and with the snow finally providing a great excuse for XC skiing, I went for it.
So, if I couldn't ski for crap, at least I looked the part.
I can be such a Herb sometimes, oh well.

Anyways, we had two hours to kill while the BF went down to Rutland for Stick and Puck, so it was off to see if we could even last for a two hour ski. I mean, I had no idea what kind of effort would be required as we headed down Blue and around Kent Pond before heading across to the more adventuresome trails.

We chose a really long loop - the Purple Trail - because they had laid track down and I was working on extending my glide with every stide
whoosh...switch, whoosh...switch,whoosh....
It's kind of like lead foot transitions in your tele turns, yet you keep going straight.
It's kind of like rowing, except that you're standing up and sliding forward.
Vespi just likes the track because she knows I am stuck in it, there's no poles flying around like in skate skiing, and so long as she stays out of the track in front of me, we each have our own space.

We were skiing forever.
And since I had no idea about the contour of the area, I couldn't tell if we were winding up the same hill, traversing all the way to China, or riding a Nordic Track - except that the scenery kept changing. It was so beautiful..and completely solitudeus (I just made that word up. I kind of like it). Besides, I was so busy trying not to trip on myself, shoot my front foot out front or just generally not moving efficiently that I just followed the track wherever it would take me.
It was kind of a nice, brain-numbing effect.
Perfect for a two-hour tour.

I was reminded of a song that my dad would sing:

Did they ever return?
No they never returned
And their fate is still unknown...

But then we arrived back at the lake.

I have no idea how we got there, but arrive we did...and neither Vespi nor I was quite exhausted enough yet.
So we tried The Green Loop.

Which nobody else had tried!!

How epic is that?! Fresh tracks in freshly warmed snow after ridinng the track for a while. It was beautiful and the perfect snowman making snow...which I quickly realized wasn't exactly the best for classic skiing. Oh, don't get me wrong, it was super sic, but if you moved your ski the wrong way the sticky snow would get stuck on the fishscales and you would have to slap the ski to the snow to loosen it up. At least it kept me from hauling ass down the pitch. I am embarrassed to say that my skinny ski snowplow is not quite up to snuff for the downhills.

We made our way back to the lake and did another exhausted loop around the pond. I felt sooo much better than the first lap. There is something about skiing those back trails that leaves you coming out a better skier when you come out :)
I can't wait to try it again...but for now, I need a nice hot shower and a drink to relax those hard-worked muscles that are just waking up.
Oh wait, it's off to work at the Birch Ridge Inn for a few hours.
Stop by and have a drink sometime :)

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You,
FemaleSkiBum & Vespoli

Sunday, February 26, 2012

A Classic Lunch Beak

Reason # 736,487,102 why it's great to work at a Backcountry Ski Shop with a XC Touring Center:

With the sun beating down upon us and glitter powder still plenty abundant, our groomer was able to lay down some sweet XC Track at Mountain Meadows today :)

This was a first for me...and also only my fourth time classic skiing at all what-so-ever. I am definitly still a novice. So much so that when my boss' sister-in-law came skating up to the touring center I had to ask her for assistance in putting my skis on. Yeah, it was only slightly embrassasing to have her come smoothly skating up while I'm sitting in a lawn chair like an old man trying to make things work.

At first I was worried that the track would make me feel be confined to a single track with such beautiful powder right alongside me. But as we followed Blue Ski Trail through the woods and down toward the lake, I was amazed at how much glide I could get while the ski just floated through the track. Sooooo much more distance per stride - it made up for the lack of metal edges - and for once it actually felt like I was getting somewhere.

And then we made it out to the lake.
This morning I was freezing my ass off at the summit of RamsHead,
this afternoon I felt like I was baking in the hot summer sun at the beach as I skied across Kent Pond.

It was simply a gorgeous field of untracked snow, glittering vibrantly in the sunshine. With Vespi trotting pleasantly beside me, we glissed along the groomed track amidst the peaks of Killington and Pico.

As we were leaving the lake, I noticed a sexy set of turns marking the small hill down to the shoreline. Make tele turns on XC skis?
Why Not? I said to myself...
and proceeded to have a straight ski flashback while I laid my own Cross-Country Telemark Style turns right alongside and quickly realized I wasn't gonna be able to carve some sick tele turns here. I was just hoping the damn things would change direction.

My first powder turns on cross-country skis.

With my grin growing larger, I took a look at my tracks and then a thought popped into my sweaty head...
how do you stay in the track while you go uphill?
and quickly realized I still have a whole lot to learn when it comes to my classic form

But I am pretty sure Vespi could care less whether I drove my front foot forward or pulled by back foot back as I skied.
She just knows we're skiing.
And that's what matters.

May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You,
FemaleSkiBum & Vespoli

Your Freshies Just Got Snaked By A Dog

As the sun rose over the Green Mountains, Vespi and I made our way up toward our own little piece of heaven

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Killington Night Powder

After getting out of my shift last Saturday night, Vespi and I just had to check out the powder from the surprise 6" snowstorm we got Saturday evening.  
As we started our descent, the sky began to clear and we headed out into the still darkness to enjoy some light, fluffy glitter snow.  

Check it Out!

It Snowed!! (Finally)

I was a little nervous yesterday - as anyone who follows my twitter account is well aware. Would we get snow? How much? Would I have time after my double shifts to go skiing? 
 I was honestly having heart palpatations.

As I did my cash out at the bar last night, the clock struck 10pm - giving me just enough time to reach my goal of boots on and heading up the mountain by 11pm.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Skiing with the Boyfriend

We fell in love skiing together
We ski together in love.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Powder with the Puppies!

If that puppy eats just one more ski sock...obviously, it was time to take Cooper & Vei out skiing again before
(a) the house was completely destroyed from all the wrestling or
(b) all ski socks were sufficiently filled with puppy teeth made holes

Monday, February 20, 2012

Waiting for First Chair?

An amazing lift service miracle happened today

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Early Morning Snowshoe

Double shifts and holiday work weeks make just a simple stroll through the woods seem magical

Friday, February 17, 2012

Tree Skiing: Sketchy NOT Thin

After skinning through the woods on Monday afternoon, I just knew that the trees would be just good enough to ski :)

Valentine's On Ice

Having listened to everyone bitch about how "icy" it has been through the east coast, we thought we would spend our Valentine's Day by celebrating some true ice.
You know, the kind with FISH UNDER IT!

Monday, February 13, 2012

Sunny Skin To Killington Peak

Left my house at 2pm this afternoon with my skis over my shoulder and walked the 0.3 miles to the trailhead. After that, it was a two hour skin ascent looking into the sun. Through well-trodden ski trails, across gnarly workroads and atop untouched fluffy snow amidst the trees, I wound my way around the mountain.

The goal?
One of my absolute favoritest places in the entire world:
Killington Peak

But its not the destination, its the journey.

Saturday, February 11, 2012


We were dressed. We were ready.
We were thwarted.
We pulled into the lot at 6:30am in hopes of making a quick skin up the mountain before work on Friday morning. Unfortunately for us, Killington's Grooming Department had the same idea. They were everywhere. Reworking the Superstar Liftline, fixing Highline, putting the finishing touches on Snowshed, Snowdon and Ramshead.
While I love my ski mornings, I have no intention of bothering men at work - or putting my and Vespi's lives in danger for a few turns. The BF groomed for a few years, and after riding in the cab with him a couple times (I would knit whiile he drove), I know how sketchy the visibility is and how much then can slide on steep terrain. I don't want to be anywhere near a groomer while they're working.
So Vespi and I sat in the Upper Snowshed Parking Lot for a while, watched the groomers reconstruct what is passing for snow this season into something magical for the lift service addicts to ski upon...

...and then went home and did Pilates.
May You Find the Spirit of the Mountains Within You,
FemaleSkiBum & Vespoli

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Skiing in the Moonlight, well, sort of...

Vespi and I were so ready for the Snowmoon.
We had seen the trails all aglow the night before and were super stoked to get ourselves some night skiing - no headlamp required.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Guest Post: Cooper's First Puppy Ski!

At three months old, the humans and I took Cooper out for his first Puppy Ski.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Wow, it's Bright in the Daylight!

I haven't rode the lift in two weeks.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Pre-Game Prep: SkiBum Style

With the shop scheduled to close at 6pm and kick-off set from only thirty minutes later, I moped around all day. I just knew I should have gotten up four hours after I got home from my bartending shift to get my turns in...

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Pitch Black Powder

I can't sleep
I punch my pillow and roll over onto my stomach in hopes of getting a few more hours of sleep before heading down to the shop.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

guest post: from yet another ktown ski bum

it's no secret that this year's been trying to east coast ski bums, so when i heard on monday that mad river glen got 4-6 inches of fresh pow to our 2, i knew our annual trip to mrg would be more than just a chance to meet some kind people and enjoy some fine vermont beer. 

    throw back the clock to a time when we skied fluffy white pow!