Showing posts from August, 2018

Over the mountains and through the woods ...

My favorite way to start prepping to ski down mountains?
Why, running & hiking up them, of course!

My current favorite is a 12 mile loop starting at the AT/LT/Catamount parking lot on Route 4 on the Mendon side of the pass around the backside of Pico toward Killington Peak and then down through the resort to Snowshed.
6 miles up; 6 miles down.

The thick canopy and plentiful streams on the ascent keep you cool so that you can push yourself on your training goals. 
You thought I just stared at the view while tripping out the whole time? That all I do is listen to the mountain and go where it sends me without a care in the world?
While feeling the mountain is primarily what I do while out on the trail, I am ALWAYS focused on being a better, smoother and more efficient skier. No turn is ever without thought, without direct movement and without constant analysis. 
Dryland training adventures are the same. 

1. Quick Feet
So important in both skiing lift service and backcoun…

An Opportunity to Share our Vermont Way of Life

As we approach the fall foliage season,  I know that everyone who lives in Vermont is thinking the same thing:
We are awaiting the blue haired drivers who go so slowly that you know you're going to be late to work yet again.  We get frustrated at the dozens of people at the peak yelling to each other when all we wanted was some peace and quiet to gaze at the rolling mountains of Vermont.  Our faces are stretched from smiling at tourist after tourist as we explain for the 100th time today how the gondola can take you all the way to the top for a beautiful lunch.  Or how we have to, yet again, defend our beautiful state and remind the tourists that there is actually plenty of things to do if you would just open your mind, get out of your car and wander through the woods, or pick up a paddle and explore our many lakes ...

But then there are the moments when you have your own visitor, where you can watch the expression on their face turn from one of exhaustion and frustration at havi…

Prepping for winter ...with a spreadsheet?

Where are you in your winter planning?  At this point in the season, I am going through my soft goods collection and making sure that everything is prepped and ready to go.  What exactly does that mean in my household?  It means double checking the spreadsheet and going through each item of clothing checking for rips, weak spots, waterproofing levels, making repairs and picking out a replacement if necessary.  This ends up being about a week's worth of work, but nothing is worse than getting halfway through the season and having to send your hardshell in for warranty - which can be dangerous in the Vermont environment.  Not saying that you necessarily have to have a spreadsheet, but it definitely helps!  Plus, that way you don't spend money to replace something you that works great when you have something else that is disintegrating!

People have often asked me what I wear for skiing, so I have attached my spreadsheet for you all to see.  I am a huge fan of the layering system,…

Flannel Season is Upon Us!!!!!

It's dark as I leave work, usually after 11pm (I'm a bartender, remember) and it could be any season at all - except for the air that surrounds me as I step out the front door.  All summer long, I sigh to myself as the heat blasts me in the face and my shoulders slump, thinking about how hot it will be while I sleep yet again.  As a skier, it's like the worst feeling ever.  The heat, with the heavy, humid air that doesn't seem to move even as you push through it.  It depresses me.

But this past Friday night was different.  I stepped out the door and shivered.  Actually shivered!  I could feel little goosebumps forming and the hairs on my arms starting to stand up ... And I could finally take a big full breathe of that crisp fall like air.  The air felt light and clear, lightning up my spirits.  I just stood there, taking it all in ... and then I remembered that I had brought my flannel with me.  And I smiled, took it out of my bag and felt the oncoming of winter. 

It w…