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.

Double Day, Part Two: Cannon

Candyland

Continued from Part One

While driving home from Jay, after only a few hours of lackluster skiing, I was replaying my helmet issue in my head. Why wouldn’t the ear pads fit into my helmet? What made them pop out without warning?

As I approached Franconia, I recalled that I had two helmets. Perhaps they had different ear pads and I had jammed the wrong set into my helmet? While driving, I rummaged through the pockets in my boot bag. And, sure enough, I found another set of ear pads. What a fucking idiot.

I started the approach to Franconia Notch and Cannon loomed large. By now, I had compared snow reports on my phone, and I knew Cannon had received more than three times the few inches that Jay had received. It was almost two o’clock, not much time left for the lifts. But, I had the sudden urge to stop at Cannon and resume my ski day, with my helmet and with leftovers from a foot of fresh.

I was glad I stopped! The skiing at Cannon was phenomenal. While I was many hours late to first tracks, I used my knowledge of the mountain to find the best snow and enough untracked to justify a powder day tag. It was only the second day I have ever skied two areas on the same day, and certainly the first time I had done so without planning it that way.

Cannon: A Bust

With a big storm predicted, I made plans for Cannon. But, as with many storms this season, the storm fizzled and impacted areas south of the notch more than the notch itself. I had a disheartening feeling as road conditions improved the further north that I drove.

I knew that would be the case. But I had hoped for at least a half a foot or more at Cannon. But, it was a total bust. Groomers with a light dusting skied better than natural snow, still recovering from the latest rain-freeze event.

As a positive, at least this storm didn’t turn to rain?

Pat’s Peak

With two Indy Pass tickets to burn and a storm heading south, I thought a trip to Pat’s Peak might be interesting. My last visit to Pat’s was over a dozen years ago when I participated in evening beer league racing. I only skied Pat’s at night, so I never got a complete feel for the mountain. And, I wanted to check out their new Cascade Basin trail pod.

The storm was a morning and afternoon affair. With almost no new snow in the morning at any mountain, I thought an afternoon start with an evening skiing option would be ideal. The storm would intensify and the turns would get later in the day and into the evening.

Pat’s totally busted on the storm with almost no new snow, strong winds, and cold temperatures. Snow conditions were decidedly firm and hard pack. I found Cascade Basin to be an ideal beginner area. Its blue square and a black diamond trails are rated relative to other trails within Cascade Basin, not relative to other trails at Pat’s. The entire complex is decidedly green circle pitched, regardless of ratings on the map.

I was dreadfully bored, underwhelmed, and disappointed with the surface conditions. I left after less than two hours of uninspired exploration. I cannot imagine returning again, even on an Indy Pass. A fine place for a beginner or for beer league racing, but not much else.