|Zen shot of Brad pulling out his only real turn.|
This is the second year in a row that Nor'EasterBC has been making October schuss. We were on the slopes at KMart on Oct 16th last year for an epic high mountain Nor'Easter, and had a chance to do it all again this morning on Ascutney, every lazy BC skier's favorite private playground.
|Snowboards are for carrying up, and down.|
Why Ascutney, you might ask? Well, it's 20 minutes from where Brad and I live. And there was just no way we had the relationship creds with the respective wifies to make it to Greylock (25+ inches overnight), after our epic fall outing to Burke yesterday (4 hours and 25 miles of single track. Sorry, no pics. You've seen it all before anyway).
Ascutney is also a great backcountry area thanks to the mismanagement of its last ownership, which has left the classic Vermont ski town of Brownsville with all the accoutrements of a real lift serviced powdery paradise, but none of the lifties, grooming, snowmaking, or snow bunnies of a fully functioning mountain. This is Ascutney's second year out of service and judging from the overgrown grundlefloss and ghost town--I mean base area--it looks like it won't be the last.
If you've been considering a POW day at Ascutney, there's no reason to wait. Rumors circulated earlier last year about posted signs and an angry and overweight local sheriff with nothing to do. As far as I can tell, the signs are down and Officer Friendly was no where to be found this morning. So, feel free to ride dirty, and definitely at your own risk.
|You are here. I mean, we are here. You are at home.|
We didn't get first turns, but we did get the honor of sloppy seconds. A few UVM students were able to remain sober enough last night to get up at 5 this morning and make the 2 hour drive to get the powdery freshness before us. And they were rewarded for their hard work and dedication. We, however, slept in, had pancakes, sipped tiny coffees and talked about Kafka, and finally made it to the slopes at 11. Our snow was fresh, but it wasn't powdah. The mercury rose about 10 degrees over the course of our ascent, and while the mountain top was chocked to the nines with pow, but it wasn't quite fluffy enough to schuss. It also wasn't sloppy enough to keep you on top. So, with ski and snowboard tips diving away into the grundlefloss, we made our way cautiously back to the base lodge.
|Winter 2012, as seen from 2011|
I like to say the measure of a good October ski day isn't in the number of quality turns you make, it's in the number of completely attached anterior cruciate ligaments you come down the mountain with. And we all have ours still, so it was a pretty good day.
What I think I'll take away most from today's ski isn't the quality of our outing, or the company (I really hate Brad sometimes, and don't even get me started on my sister), but the almost child like excitement that we all ascended today to ski some of the gnarliest, hairiest, flossiest chowdah I've ever put my ski tips in.
|Brad's smiling because he farted. And he's skiing.|
If you're not going to move to ski country, at least come leave your ski dollars in my state and go back to New Jersey when you're done.