Superbman
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Wow,
I'm still thinking about that first run. Myself and Two B'East Patrollers stepped off the lift into knee deep blower powder (in Massachusetts!)-we bee-lined for Competition-a couple of early morning hikers had beaten us to it-but still, blankets of virgin, deep snow lay out before us.
We all started simultaneously, picked our corridor and began that great descent-after the first few turns in knee deep powder, we hit that portion of the trail where the terrain drops off a little and the wind tends to put the deeper drifts. Now moving with some gravity inspired speed, we found our selves for the next 8-9 turns not in knee deep powder but upper-thigh deep (I could hear the other two echoing my chorus of woo-hoo!)powder, Unbelievable-multiple face shots (!! In Massachusetts!) and snow cascading over our helmets.
We rushed off to ski it again and then tried to keep a lap ahead of the General Public on the rest of the trails (the twin-tip warriors who always show up as a gang on powder days went right to lift-line and put on their usual high-flying clinic--Those 20-somethings on their big skis can really rip-I always get a kick out of them tearing it up-ah, youth!).
Fresh lines were still being snooped out until about 11:30 (I hit Hemlock/wildernesss right then, still completely virgin!)-and then we took to the woods-Tomahawk was still a little scratchy, but east glades was wonderful. In fact, once it became a broken powder-crud day-I'd say east Glades, to Open-Space-to Chute to lower mowhawk was the run of the day.
Oh, and it snowed hard all day long, keeping every line soft, playful, goofy-deep fun!
One of the patrolers I skied with has been their since 1969, and he said, in terms of quality powder, it was one of the best days he could remember. Certainly the best in that last 5 years.
An Eastern Winter (especially this far south) can be a long, soul crushing parade of near-misses, ice-storms, and scratchy surfaces, but every once in a while you strike gold and the game skier has to ready with his tools in hand to stake a claim at a moments notice.
Darn good day!
I'm still thinking about that first run. Myself and Two B'East Patrollers stepped off the lift into knee deep blower powder (in Massachusetts!)-we bee-lined for Competition-a couple of early morning hikers had beaten us to it-but still, blankets of virgin, deep snow lay out before us.
We all started simultaneously, picked our corridor and began that great descent-after the first few turns in knee deep powder, we hit that portion of the trail where the terrain drops off a little and the wind tends to put the deeper drifts. Now moving with some gravity inspired speed, we found our selves for the next 8-9 turns not in knee deep powder but upper-thigh deep (I could hear the other two echoing my chorus of woo-hoo!)powder, Unbelievable-multiple face shots (!! In Massachusetts!) and snow cascading over our helmets.
We rushed off to ski it again and then tried to keep a lap ahead of the General Public on the rest of the trails (the twin-tip warriors who always show up as a gang on powder days went right to lift-line and put on their usual high-flying clinic--Those 20-somethings on their big skis can really rip-I always get a kick out of them tearing it up-ah, youth!).
Fresh lines were still being snooped out until about 11:30 (I hit Hemlock/wildernesss right then, still completely virgin!)-and then we took to the woods-Tomahawk was still a little scratchy, but east glades was wonderful. In fact, once it became a broken powder-crud day-I'd say east Glades, to Open-Space-to Chute to lower mowhawk was the run of the day.
Oh, and it snowed hard all day long, keeping every line soft, playful, goofy-deep fun!
One of the patrolers I skied with has been their since 1969, and he said, in terms of quality powder, it was one of the best days he could remember. Certainly the best in that last 5 years.
An Eastern Winter (especially this far south) can be a long, soul crushing parade of near-misses, ice-storms, and scratchy surfaces, but every once in a while you strike gold and the game skier has to ready with his tools in hand to stake a claim at a moments notice.
Darn good day!
