MRG: Worth the Wait

Off Map Hole at MRG

Daylight Saving Time powder days provide a special kind of joy. The early riser always gets the untracked. But doubly so when most skiers do not adjust their waking time to accommodate not only snowy roads, but also the time change.

So, it was much to my chagrin that the power was out in the Mad River Valley. Having nothing else to do (and not having my uphill gear), I settled in for the long wait. Many other skiers would not be patient. One by one, they took off their boots, packed their bags, and left.

Off Map Hole at MRG

Half of the crowd left and then, sure enough, the power kicked on at noon. I will gladly wait four hours for lifts to open late if it means half as many skiers are in line.

Given the Double had no one waiting and would be the faster chair to open, I lined up for third chair. The snow was dense and a foot deep, but it fell on top of somewhat bare ground. Steeper would better, but I was mindful of unseen obstacles under the surface.

I started with a cautious opener down Panther and gained more confidence merging into Gazelle. Riders on the chairs above cheered the first tracks of the day. Waterfall skied as good as I have ever skied it. After skiing untracked top to bottom, I hopped on the Single for a longer and steeper run.

Off Map Hole at MRG

I overheard a patroller mention that Paradise was good. That raised my confidence a bit too much. The undulations were significant and so were the hidden obstacles. Halfway down Paradise, I took a trip over the handlebars, and tehn finished the run with Upper and Lower Glade.

I went back up the Single and found some of my favorite in-bound off-map rabbit holes where I scored mostly first and second tracks on my third, fourth, and fifth runs. The super heavy and dense snow was best where it was untracked. Multiple ski cuts really chunked up the snow.

I could not return the next day for the expected foot of blower. But I can rest easy knowing that the late season is saved and I still have more opportunities to use my two remaining Mad Cards. A week ago, I had feared an early end to the season might be imminent.

Off Map Hole at MRG

Three Hours, Three Runs, Three Feet: Magic

Magic scored a late season jackpot. After an extremely lackluster season, two key storms saved the end of the season, the second of which was the big one. One foot is pedestrian. Two feet doesn’t happen every season, but happens more often than most skiers realize. But a three footer? That only happens every once in a while.

Most areas were open the day before, but Magic is closed mid-week which allowed the full storm total to accumulate. So, while many other Vermont resorts received almost as much snow, Magic was the only place to open for the full bounty untracked. However, that is information that most powder hounds and Magic loyalists figured out. Which made for a Red Chair lift line that rivals the busiest Single Chair lift lines at Mad River Glen.

I arrived almost an hour before the Red Chair opened. But, despite my early arrival, the lift queue was continually being built, allowing late comers to get an earlier chair despite not having waited 50 minutes. It was quite disappointing and frustrating, but the staff was doing the best they could (many employees couldn’t even leave home due to lack of plowing).

I finally made it to the summit, but I was considerably behind the untracked rush. Many folks floundered in the deep snow, unfamiliar with how to ski the deep dense stuff. I blew past them, knowing I had to get back to the lift ASAP and make better trail selections. After a pair of 40 minute lift waits, I found myself skier’s left of Goniff, sampling the steep off map woods. It was quite nice, but the area needs a brushing.

I needed to hit the head and I didn’t think I could wait another hour for a full cycle. This was a prudent move as the lift was down when I returned to the queue. The slow backup generator was kicked on and it probably took over an hour to get the last skier off the lift. I only got three runs in three hours, but at least I didn’t piss myself on the lift.

Turns out a power line went down and, given the nature of the storm, the power company was going to take a while before they could fit it. I elected to leave at noon, which was a sound decision as the lift never got power back later that day.

Magic seems cursed. Even when everything goes right, everything goes wrong. Had the “new” chair been operational by now, many more runs could have been had by all. Magic cannot control a local power outage resulting from a massive storm. But it is just the mountain’s luck. It was nice to be back at Magic. But it was the most disappointing three foot powder day that I have ever had.

Saddleback

It has been over a dozen years since my last visit to Saddleback, which is a dozen years too many. Given it was closed for almost half that time, I have some sort of excuse. But Saddleback reopened two years ago, and I finally got my ass back up to Rangeley to punch an Indy Pass ticket at Saddleback.

I was amazed at how much the new high speed quad changed the mountain, and equally impressed at how little it changed the mountain. Saddleback was certainly exponentially busier than my last visit. But there was still ample space to spread skiers out and minimal lines at all lifts. Cars were parked a mile down the access road, but I never waited more than ten minutes for the Kennebago Quad.

Speaking of the Kennebago, I spent most of my day up there picking off most trails and glades. No other ski area in the northeast has a terrain pod with quite as much quality ungroomed expert terrain. That includes two of my favorite on map glades, Dark Wizard and Upper Nightmare. Both are tight and have interesting entrances and lines.

Hopefully, it won’t be another dozen years before I get back to Saddleback. But the place is a haul from just about everywhere, and that drive from locations due west involves roads that can only be described as weather war-torn. The mountain is bustling and, with the new ownership and new high speed lift, should be viable for the foreseeable future.

Cannon

Today featured “day after the storm” powder hunting. Given how ravenous skiers were the day before, untracked lines would be hard to find. But I know Cannon pretty well, and found some damn fine cut up powder in the off map woods.

Thankfully, I found a kindred spirit while riding the Cannonball. After our first ride, we split up seeming to have slightly different agendas. As chance would have it, we soon found ourselves paired up again on the Cannonball. I am not a believer in fate or cosmic plans. But, when these types of things that don’t necessarily happen-for-a-reason happen, you gotta go with it.

We made for excellent skiing partners and lift conversation was smooth and easy. We had a shared love of cycling and woods skiing, and both appreciated similar skiing aesthetics and locations. And we paired up well ability wise as well (always a concern when going off map with someone you just met on the lift).

After some fine powdery off map woods, we hit almost every tree line at Mittersill except Bunny. They were all skiing well, though the overall lack of base depth from a poor snowfall season was showing, despite the recent storm. The lesson for today is to keep reaching out to find ski partners. They are out there and they want the company too.

MRG: Jackpot (Finally)

MRG Trees

This season has left much to be desired. I had skied only two times through the end of February. Northern New England ski areas were averaging one storm every two months with little in between. President’s week featured a powder day that felt like a late season weekend. Conditions were so terrible that even a holiday powder day could not bring the crowds out.

But you can never completely write off a season. It just takes one storm to get things going again. One exceptionally good storm to make you forget about months of misery. And at Mad River Glen, we finally got that exceptional two-footer, and it put most lines on the table. And the off map trees were skiing phenomenally due to the think and dense nature of the snow.

The storm brought out the crowds, leading to one of the longest lines that I have ever seen for the Single (easily a 40-minute wait). But the nature of the Single is that even hours after opening, there are still untracked lines all over due to the low density and low uphill capacity. The lines thinned out by noontime, and I didn’t last much longer than that. Only on my third day and charging hard, my legs called it quits long before I wanted to.