sledhaulingmedic
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After weeks of working too many hours (I'm a ho for the OT, what can I say?) and studying for a promotional exam, I finally gave myself a couple of days to myself. I did manage to pick at least one right.
Thursday morning I got blasted out of bed by the alarm at some ungodly hour. I made coffee, loaded the sledhauler-hauler and pointed her North. A cold night left thick fog over the creeks and swamps, but generally, It was blown off by traffic on I-95. Most of 2 hours later (and most of a quart of coffee), I'm getting off the turnpike at Exit 75, Auburn and roughly halfway there.
Still early, not much traffic on the road. Caught behind an occational logging or wood chip truck, it allowed me to savour the fine aroma of the paper mills as I headed North. Still the Temps are in the 30's so I know it's going to be quite a day for corn.
Just North of Kingfield, I cross paths with a local:
Once he decides to leave the road, I continue on. In no time, I'm staring up at one fine sight:
Once on the hill, everything was still solid. If it wasn't groomed, it was harsh. They had hid a fair number of cruisers, so Hayburner, the lower part of Sluice, Tote road, Timberline all got several runs. The Timberline Quad didn't open until 10:15 or so, but even then, it was still pretty firm. I took a break for an early lunch and then hit the backside. Very soft, very nice. I talked with several locals who said it had lost a lot of snow in the last few days, but there were still some good lines.
As you can see, I was very dissapointed. Note the look that says: "I'd rather be at work right now." Right.
Things went from corn to cream really quick. The glade skier's right of Hayburner was stayed corny for a while, so I took two. Once it really got soft, I stayed up top for laps on the Timberline chair and finally enjoyed binder all the way out.
A beer and a pretzl at the base lodge beach and I called it a day by 14:45.
Curiosity got the beast of me, so I headed North to Stratton and over to Rangeley to get a view of Saddleback. I'm sure there's turns to be earned:
It was a gorgeous ride down 17 on a near perfect day. I just had a little trouble staying awake. Once at a friend's condo at Sunday River, a Sam Scotch ale (or 2, or 3 or...) and dinner, and I was out like a light.
This morning, a different story: Dark, dreary, not much open. SR was only running lift 1. Agony and Top Gun were well covered, but I was not in the mood for moguls in fog. A huge world of difference as far as what's covered. Good surfaces, lots of well marked bare spots (nearly none at the 'Loaf). Not a whole lot left in the legs after yesterday. By noon, I packed up and beat feet home.
Thursday morning I got blasted out of bed by the alarm at some ungodly hour. I made coffee, loaded the sledhauler-hauler and pointed her North. A cold night left thick fog over the creeks and swamps, but generally, It was blown off by traffic on I-95. Most of 2 hours later (and most of a quart of coffee), I'm getting off the turnpike at Exit 75, Auburn and roughly halfway there.
Still early, not much traffic on the road. Caught behind an occational logging or wood chip truck, it allowed me to savour the fine aroma of the paper mills as I headed North. Still the Temps are in the 30's so I know it's going to be quite a day for corn.
Just North of Kingfield, I cross paths with a local:
Once he decides to leave the road, I continue on. In no time, I'm staring up at one fine sight:
Once on the hill, everything was still solid. If it wasn't groomed, it was harsh. They had hid a fair number of cruisers, so Hayburner, the lower part of Sluice, Tote road, Timberline all got several runs. The Timberline Quad didn't open until 10:15 or so, but even then, it was still pretty firm. I took a break for an early lunch and then hit the backside. Very soft, very nice. I talked with several locals who said it had lost a lot of snow in the last few days, but there were still some good lines.
As you can see, I was very dissapointed. Note the look that says: "I'd rather be at work right now." Right.
Things went from corn to cream really quick. The glade skier's right of Hayburner was stayed corny for a while, so I took two. Once it really got soft, I stayed up top for laps on the Timberline chair and finally enjoyed binder all the way out.
A beer and a pretzl at the base lodge beach and I called it a day by 14:45.
Curiosity got the beast of me, so I headed North to Stratton and over to Rangeley to get a view of Saddleback. I'm sure there's turns to be earned:
It was a gorgeous ride down 17 on a near perfect day. I just had a little trouble staying awake. Once at a friend's condo at Sunday River, a Sam Scotch ale (or 2, or 3 or...) and dinner, and I was out like a light.
This morning, a different story: Dark, dreary, not much open. SR was only running lift 1. Agony and Top Gun were well covered, but I was not in the mood for moguls in fog. A huge world of difference as far as what's covered. Good surfaces, lots of well marked bare spots (nearly none at the 'Loaf). Not a whole lot left in the legs after yesterday. By noon, I packed up and beat feet home.
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