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Jay Peak 4/28/12, 4/29/12
Date(s) Skied: 4/28/2012, 4/29/2012
Resort or Ski Area: Jay Peak, VT
Conditions: Snow, Ice, Dirt, Rocks
Trip Report:
Here is another two trail TR for the "King". Fearing the wind would make my six hour journey for naught, I left the house at four am in hope of making opening of the Jet triple. I was close, pulled into Jay at eleven. Luckily Jay got a couple inches of wet Spring snow on Friday, consequently things were pretty decent in the morning. The snow was heavy, but skied well. There were a few bumps directly under the chair on Jet. As the day wore on, the upper half of the mountain got scraped down to ice, the bottom a heavy, loose, brown, dirt/snow combo. In between stayed pretty good all day. It was quite blustery, and combined with the scraped off upper mountain, seemed more like a mid Winter day. I looked for tmcc71 and his "brown" Mountain Hardwear jacket, I also "loomed for Snowmonster's Squads", but spent the first four hours flying solo. When I broke for lunch, I decided to head to the Stateside parking lot via the dirt road that leads to the access road. As I descended the dirt road, I see a late model silver Subby hatch, with a Thule box, parked right across the road, I knew that tmcc71 was there. I moved my car from the lot to the access road, fired up the grill, and cooked a couple Spiedies for lunch. As I was returning to the hill, I saw tmcc71 approaching his Impreza. He was done for the day, and heading to the water park. I skied till five, then headed for the Snowshoe.
I stopped in the bar, paid $30 for my room, and headed upstairs. I sat at the foot of the "bed", and tried the TV for shits and grins, nothing but snow this year. I clicked it off, and laid back in the "bed". To my horror, I saw an overweight, bald man staring back at me from the mirror mounted on the ceiling above the bed! I decided I'd be sleeping in the other "bed" that evening, unless I brought someone "home" from the bar later. Chances are if I did, I wouldn't want the lights on, let alone a mirror above the bed.
uke: I decided to surf the web on my phone, I was told there was wifi, it worked only slightly better than the TV. I was able to open one website, once. I took a nap for a couple hours then headed downstairs for dinner. I begrudgingly paid the $5 cover for the band that was setting up as I entered. I took a seat at the bar, Pete, aka Red, was behind the bar, great guy, Utica NY native, owner's son in law, I later discovered. The Genny Cream Ale was gone from the draft selections, made me feel at home when I saw the tap handle last year. As I sat at the bar, I noticed a small propeller with some writing on it behind the bar. I was curious as to what such a small prop, foot and a half, was used on. Turns out it is from a military recon drone, pretty cool. The band was pretty good, three piece, mostly southern rock, but had a pretty eclectic playlist. I had a pretty fun night, considering I no longer imbibe. Bars loose their luster when you're sober, luckily there were no obnoxious drunks, everyone was having a good time. I met two young Canadian skiers who were staying at Jay. One of them was arm wrestling an off duty waitress. She was a middle aged biker chick with a few visible tats, she was a little scarry, but not bad looking, nice body, I'd be afraid of her if I were a chick, okay, I was a little afraid of her myself. I was imagining her ass in the mirror above my "bed". Alas, I went upstairs alone at one.
Sunday morning I walked across the street to have breakfast at Bernie's. Pete had suggested it the night before. The food was great, kielbsa and swiss omelet, home fries, home made raisin toast. I bought a loaf of raisin bread to take home. I pulled up right in front of tmcc71 while he was booting up. I walked up to the Stateside lodge to buy my pass while Tim headed to the lift. I met up with him as he completed his first run. We skied Haynes first, it was great, it took a couple hours for the ice to become exposed again. We did the majority of our runs on Haynes, Jet was worse, and the run out was better on Haynes. In the afternoon we ventured onto Derick Hot Shot? It had as much dirt, grass, and rocks as snow, but was fun, thank God for rock skis.
It was a great way to ring out this wacky season. This is the second year in a row I shared turns with Tim at Jay to end my lift serviced season. I'm already looking forward to doing it again next year. We toasted a good riddance to the 2011-2012 season with a cigar and a Beck's NA, for me, it was a perfect end to a perfect day.
Still looking Wintery with a few new inches.
The Jet
Haynes
Close to 4" up top.
Tmcc71, aka Tim. His jacket does look brown in this photo, it's olive drab.
Our long distance ski transports, my 2011 WRX left, Tim's 2012 Impreza hatch, right.
Tim on Haynes
Reflecting on our last run of the season.
Spiedies...yum!
Date(s) Skied: 4/28/2012, 4/29/2012
Resort or Ski Area: Jay Peak, VT
Conditions: Snow, Ice, Dirt, Rocks
Trip Report:
Here is another two trail TR for the "King". Fearing the wind would make my six hour journey for naught, I left the house at four am in hope of making opening of the Jet triple. I was close, pulled into Jay at eleven. Luckily Jay got a couple inches of wet Spring snow on Friday, consequently things were pretty decent in the morning. The snow was heavy, but skied well. There were a few bumps directly under the chair on Jet. As the day wore on, the upper half of the mountain got scraped down to ice, the bottom a heavy, loose, brown, dirt/snow combo. In between stayed pretty good all day. It was quite blustery, and combined with the scraped off upper mountain, seemed more like a mid Winter day. I looked for tmcc71 and his "brown" Mountain Hardwear jacket, I also "loomed for Snowmonster's Squads", but spent the first four hours flying solo. When I broke for lunch, I decided to head to the Stateside parking lot via the dirt road that leads to the access road. As I descended the dirt road, I see a late model silver Subby hatch, with a Thule box, parked right across the road, I knew that tmcc71 was there. I moved my car from the lot to the access road, fired up the grill, and cooked a couple Spiedies for lunch. As I was returning to the hill, I saw tmcc71 approaching his Impreza. He was done for the day, and heading to the water park. I skied till five, then headed for the Snowshoe.
I stopped in the bar, paid $30 for my room, and headed upstairs. I sat at the foot of the "bed", and tried the TV for shits and grins, nothing but snow this year. I clicked it off, and laid back in the "bed". To my horror, I saw an overweight, bald man staring back at me from the mirror mounted on the ceiling above the bed! I decided I'd be sleeping in the other "bed" that evening, unless I brought someone "home" from the bar later. Chances are if I did, I wouldn't want the lights on, let alone a mirror above the bed.
uke: I decided to surf the web on my phone, I was told there was wifi, it worked only slightly better than the TV. I was able to open one website, once. I took a nap for a couple hours then headed downstairs for dinner. I begrudgingly paid the $5 cover for the band that was setting up as I entered. I took a seat at the bar, Pete, aka Red, was behind the bar, great guy, Utica NY native, owner's son in law, I later discovered. The Genny Cream Ale was gone from the draft selections, made me feel at home when I saw the tap handle last year. As I sat at the bar, I noticed a small propeller with some writing on it behind the bar. I was curious as to what such a small prop, foot and a half, was used on. Turns out it is from a military recon drone, pretty cool. The band was pretty good, three piece, mostly southern rock, but had a pretty eclectic playlist. I had a pretty fun night, considering I no longer imbibe. Bars loose their luster when you're sober, luckily there were no obnoxious drunks, everyone was having a good time. I met two young Canadian skiers who were staying at Jay. One of them was arm wrestling an off duty waitress. She was a middle aged biker chick with a few visible tats, she was a little scarry, but not bad looking, nice body, I'd be afraid of her if I were a chick, okay, I was a little afraid of her myself. I was imagining her ass in the mirror above my "bed". Alas, I went upstairs alone at one.Sunday morning I walked across the street to have breakfast at Bernie's. Pete had suggested it the night before. The food was great, kielbsa and swiss omelet, home fries, home made raisin toast. I bought a loaf of raisin bread to take home. I pulled up right in front of tmcc71 while he was booting up. I walked up to the Stateside lodge to buy my pass while Tim headed to the lift. I met up with him as he completed his first run. We skied Haynes first, it was great, it took a couple hours for the ice to become exposed again. We did the majority of our runs on Haynes, Jet was worse, and the run out was better on Haynes. In the afternoon we ventured onto Derick Hot Shot? It had as much dirt, grass, and rocks as snow, but was fun, thank God for rock skis.
It was a great way to ring out this wacky season. This is the second year in a row I shared turns with Tim at Jay to end my lift serviced season. I'm already looking forward to doing it again next year. We toasted a good riddance to the 2011-2012 season with a cigar and a Beck's NA, for me, it was a perfect end to a perfect day.
Still looking Wintery with a few new inches.
The Jet
Haynes
Close to 4" up top.
Tmcc71, aka Tim. His jacket does look brown in this photo, it's olive drab.
Our long distance ski transports, my 2011 WRX left, Tim's 2012 Impreza hatch, right.
Tim on Haynes
Reflecting on our last run of the season.
Spiedies...yum!
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