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Date(s) Skied: 3/20/2013
Resort or Ski Area: Sugarbush (Lincoln Peak)
Conditions: EPICALLY AWESOME POWDER DAY
Trip Report:
My friend John and I figured the day after a big snowstorm was a fine day to cash in our Warren Miller freebies at Sugarbush. A fine plan indeed; they had 15" of fresh and more came down all day. Got a late start from Somerville and didn't get on the mountain until after 10, but such is life. We started with a run off North Lynx and down Sleeper and Sleeper Road, then up Super Bravo and down towards Castlerock. Everything was soft tracked-up powder, which I actually found kind of tricky to ski.
A biographical note here: We did a family ski vacation to Sugarbush when I was 6, and needless to say I wasn't going to ski Castlerock then. My sisters, 12 and 13 at the time, were forbidden to ski it, did so anyway, and raved about it. So it got impressed into my 6-year-old mind as this Mythical Forbidden Territory. Both times I'd been back to Sugarbush as an adult, it had been closed, which didn't help. So, especially on a day like this, skiing Castlerock was high on my priority list.
And rightly so. Middle Earth was a lot of fun, and then we clanked and scraped our way down the rather skied-off and rocky top bit of Liftline to Rumble. I've heard that trail described as "like skiing down a fire escape with no railing" and I could tell why. Partway down we ducked off into the woods to skier's left, where we had no trouble finding large stashes of untracked fluff. As a lifelong Eastern skier I kind of suck at skiing powder, but somehow managed all the same. We got a bit off into the weeds and found ourselves in dense woods, and made our way down toward a trail that turned out to be Troll Road; had to take our skis off and clamber through dense brush to get there. Time for lunch.
After lunch we did a couple runs on Heaven's Gate. Paradise was, well, paradisiacal, and Jester was just as I remembered it from when I was 6 and it was the one run I could do from the gondola. Back over to Castlerock and we did Castlerock Run and tried to do all of Rumble this time, but it had been closed, so we consoled ourselves with Liftline.
Lift was closed by the time we got down and we were pretty washed up anyway, so it was time to head home. That's where the real adventure started. Pro tip: AWD does you not a bit of good on summer tires, particularly on the downhill side of Roxbury Gap with a couple of inches of snow over mud. Nose first into the ditch we went. After hiking up the hill to get cell reception and waiting quite a while, we got it extricated, only to find the radiator had gotten cracked and it was losing coolant. John's car is AWD and can't be towed, so we were going to need a flatbed, which these guys didn't have.
So now we were into some real adventure. We carefully and slowly drove it the rest of the way down the mountain, and fetched up at a general store in Roxbury VT with not a whole lot of good options in evidence. A lot of phone calls (on the store's phone, as Roxbury has neither cell reception nor pay phones), tricky decisions and more waiting ensued, ending with us and the Subie being driven home to Boston in a crew-cab flatbed by this nice young couple and their puppy, finally getting home around 1am.
Resort or Ski Area: Sugarbush (Lincoln Peak)
Conditions: EPICALLY AWESOME POWDER DAY
Trip Report:
My friend John and I figured the day after a big snowstorm was a fine day to cash in our Warren Miller freebies at Sugarbush. A fine plan indeed; they had 15" of fresh and more came down all day. Got a late start from Somerville and didn't get on the mountain until after 10, but such is life. We started with a run off North Lynx and down Sleeper and Sleeper Road, then up Super Bravo and down towards Castlerock. Everything was soft tracked-up powder, which I actually found kind of tricky to ski.
A biographical note here: We did a family ski vacation to Sugarbush when I was 6, and needless to say I wasn't going to ski Castlerock then. My sisters, 12 and 13 at the time, were forbidden to ski it, did so anyway, and raved about it. So it got impressed into my 6-year-old mind as this Mythical Forbidden Territory. Both times I'd been back to Sugarbush as an adult, it had been closed, which didn't help. So, especially on a day like this, skiing Castlerock was high on my priority list.
And rightly so. Middle Earth was a lot of fun, and then we clanked and scraped our way down the rather skied-off and rocky top bit of Liftline to Rumble. I've heard that trail described as "like skiing down a fire escape with no railing" and I could tell why. Partway down we ducked off into the woods to skier's left, where we had no trouble finding large stashes of untracked fluff. As a lifelong Eastern skier I kind of suck at skiing powder, but somehow managed all the same. We got a bit off into the weeds and found ourselves in dense woods, and made our way down toward a trail that turned out to be Troll Road; had to take our skis off and clamber through dense brush to get there. Time for lunch.
After lunch we did a couple runs on Heaven's Gate. Paradise was, well, paradisiacal, and Jester was just as I remembered it from when I was 6 and it was the one run I could do from the gondola. Back over to Castlerock and we did Castlerock Run and tried to do all of Rumble this time, but it had been closed, so we consoled ourselves with Liftline.
Lift was closed by the time we got down and we were pretty washed up anyway, so it was time to head home. That's where the real adventure started. Pro tip: AWD does you not a bit of good on summer tires, particularly on the downhill side of Roxbury Gap with a couple of inches of snow over mud. Nose first into the ditch we went. After hiking up the hill to get cell reception and waiting quite a while, we got it extricated, only to find the radiator had gotten cracked and it was losing coolant. John's car is AWD and can't be towed, so we were going to need a flatbed, which these guys didn't have.
So now we were into some real adventure. We carefully and slowly drove it the rest of the way down the mountain, and fetched up at a general store in Roxbury VT with not a whole lot of good options in evidence. A lot of phone calls (on the store's phone, as Roxbury has neither cell reception nor pay phones), tricky decisions and more waiting ensued, ending with us and the Subie being driven home to Boston in a crew-cab flatbed by this nice young couple and their puppy, finally getting home around 1am.
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