Showing posts from September, 2012

Ski Bum Phobia: A Fear of Missing the Snow

I am admitting to my fear and saying it outloud.

I am Afraid of Missing the Snow.
It begins with the height of foliage,
as the winter snow predictors begin to prostelitize about when the first snowfall may or may not arrive in Killington.

Above 4000' at Killington Peak,
maybe at Mount Washington,
maybe at doesn't matter.

If I can semi-logically deduce that there is even a 5-10% chance of snow in the area, the symptoms come rolling in and the anxiousness takes over my entire body.
My stomach starts to get all queezy
as I get way too overexcited about even the possibility of
playing in the snow.

And then my brain,
my way too over intense brain,
starts kicking in.

How much snow will it be?
Will there be enough snow on which to ski?
Where should I go to have the best chances of the most snow?
If I have to be at work by 9am, then I should be leaving the house by...
Which skis will be the most appropriate?
Do I know where my goggles are?
What about my ski so…

Autumn in Killington is for the Dogs

What dog doesn't love hiking Killington in the Gorgeous Vermont Foliage?

The Golden Sunset of Autumn

In Vermont, as the temperatures turn cold and the air starts to clear,
the sunsets begin to take on a golden hue

Killington Foliage: On the Way to White

With every new color we get a little bit closer to White

Canoe Camping in the Adirondacks: Little Tupper, Round and Rock

It amazes me that after all our trips to the Adirondacks to go paddling, we still need to check the map for directions on how to get there. Maybe it is because our minds are so focused on wheer we are going, not what we are doing that makes us completely incapable of memorizing some really simple directions.
As the boyfriend drives, I guess I should be figuring out the roads.
But my mind has a tendency to wander.
Like my trail name, Spacey Jane, implies...I tend to zone out when the movements are repetitive. The rhythm of the car, the endless yellow and white lines marking the road...and the flow of life slows down as we reach the waterside.
Soon the tent has been set, dinner has been made...and we can sit by the shore in our wool hats and fleece coats and enjoy the quiet sounds of the wilderness after sunset. In the Adirondacks, that consists of the song of the cicadas, the slapping of a beaver's tail and the belly aching of bull frogs.

Vespi is asleep on my feet, keepin…

Killington: First Run Down Skye Lark for the Season!!

I don't know about other ski areas, but Killington has this wonderful tradition of mowing the grasses on the more predominant and wide trails. This creates a wonderfully gushy cushion of hay on which the snowmakers can easily blow snow. A true natural base, if you like. The hay bends to cover some of the gnarlier rocks, something greatfully appreciated as we reach the sketchier phases of the season.
But in the fall, the mowing of the trails means only one thing to me:

It's Time to Take some Runs!!

This isn't normal trail running - still a great way to make a pleasurable ascent in the early early mornings - this is ski trail running.

Where you make slalom turns, GS turns, pivot turns...even super G turns when the undersurface isn't too full of potholes (Warning: Upper Bittersweet!!)

Quick Feet
Core Twists
Ankle Edging

Sounds like a PSIA manual.
That is NOT why I ski
(although technique does help...a lot)
But I'm making turns.
Down Skye Lark.
Down Lowe…

I love Vermont for her Hills and Valleys

"I love Vermont for her hills and valleys,
her scenery and invigorating climate..."
-Calvin Coolidge, 1928

And for the skiing, of course!!

A Vermont Staycation: Canoe Camping

As the children head back to school all across the country, those of us who adventure celebrate. The wooded places littered with screaming children all summer return to their natural state of peace and quiet. These schools even manage to return parents back to their offices, furthering the sense of solitude one can get when heading out into the woods after labor day.

And so, we loaded up the boats
(my canoe and his kayak)
and ran away this "weekend" to one of our favorite local haunts
for a Vermont Staycation. There is, I do believe, nothing finer than feeling the float underneath you after a few months of stress and a removal from your everyday life. Whether it is from frozen powder or liquid water, the feeling of losing yourself, of floating above the earthly ground is a magical feeling. I was overcome yesterday as I stepped out into my canoe and shoved off the rocky shore. A few deep breathes were required before I could even lift my paddle to take those few essential …

The Ole RamsHead Road at Killington

Another beautifully quiet morning on the mountain
Just me and the dogs, meandering about in whichever direction we may choose.

Today, we ended up summiting RamsHead from the South Side - the Novice's Nightmare: the old RamsHead Road. While in summer it is awash in the glow of early autumn, RamsHead Road might have been the cause for any skier quiting the sport good in the days of the old RamsHead Double. Imagine freezing your butt off for thirty minutes (without stopping) on the way up the lift only to be blown to a frozen and windy hell by coming around the steep hairpin turn down RH Road.

Ah, to be a beginner in the good old days of skiing.
you know, when you really hard to know how to ski in order to ski.

Snowshed Pipe Repair at Killington

One of the delights of my adventures on the mountain is coming around a corner or over a knoll to spy a group of mountain operations guys working on improving something.

Oftentimes, these small improvements get overlooked in comparison with multi-million dollar marketing projects.

But I know their work is appreciated when we no longer have to ski through an ice flow come spring or a particular snowmaking nozzle is now shooting out way better snow - and more of it!!

These are little things,
but the skiers notice.

Thanks, Guys!!

Happy September - We'll be Skiing Next Month!!

As the calendar turns the page today, we take note of the fact that next month - October - marks the beginning of the ski season here in Vermont.

And with that comes wonderful memories of the season which went before,
the innaugaral season for Puppy Coopie and many others who were introduced to the sport for the first time.

May they enjoy the joy and excitement of their first Autumn as skiers