Blow for Show, Open for Dough: Sunday River

T2 at Sunday River on Opening Day

I am not even going to go there (figuratively and literally). Okay, one quick jab is in order. Blow for show. Open for dough. Now let’s get to the report. 🙂

I arrived at the Barker Lodge shortly before the projected eight o’clock opening. A stiff breeze was blowing out of the north. The wind combined with cold temperatures to make the opening line up feel more like mid-winter than mid-October. Operations needed some extra time to prepare the unload ramp up top which would improve from treacherous to survivable as the work continued throughout the morning. I was soon aboard the first open chairlift in the country for what will undoubtedly be an epic 2010-2011 season.

Guns were blazing top to bottom on T2 and in select places on Upper Sunday Punch. Without automatic intermittent goggle wipers, occasional stops were required for visual clarity. Later in the morning I became proficient at manual goggle cleaning while skiing, sliding the back of my thumb across the lens on alternating pole plants.

Crowds were directly proportional to the number of snow guns blowing. As the snow making crew turned off the guns, more and more skiers and riders took their first turns of the season. Despite increasing volume throughout the morning, the mid-station of the Locke Triple was still ski on when I left shortly before noon. Due to the stealthy snipper like secrecy of Sunday River, I suspect most skiers and riders were caught unprepared for their Saturday opening. Sunday will likely be the busier day of the weekend.

Snow conditions were surprisingly delightful. Two groomed passes had been made without bulldozing any mounds. Surface conditions featured many bizarre irregular contours characteristic of recently blown snow that has not yet whaled. Due to a combination of freshly blown snow and good solar gain, the surface skied very well despite traffic levels being confined to one trail not yet skiable wall to wall. I did my best to ski in bump lines where they developed. And much to my delight, I felt that I was having to work my turns due to variable and constantly changing snow contours and terrain irregularities.

Today was a marvelous first day of lift serviced skiing. I feel physically stronger than any past opening day. I can thank a summer of road biking and the loss of more than twenty pounds for the conditioning. I skied for three hours straight and was never board despite being limited to only one trail. If crowds had not increased causing a sudden spike in chairlift slow downs due to downloading, I probably would have skied even longer.

Never Cut Your Loses: Killington

Steve on Royal Flush

The thought had been nagging me for the past few weeks: I was decidedly not ready for the season to start from a gear perspective. Nothing had been pulled out of the closet. An inventory had not yet been taken. New jackets still retained their store tags. My recently mounted new Dynafits had not been inspected for DIN setting accuracy nor tested so I could learn the features. Ready or not, the season starts now. Ready? Set. GO!

Killington or Mansfield? Reports had confirmed a foot of snow near the summit of Killington but I repeated my mantra not to bet against Mansfield. Besides, I hate the drive from Ashland to Killington even though it is twenty minutes shorter than Ashland to Stowe.

While I should usually not bet against Mansfield, I should also know by now that one in the hand is better than two in the bush. That you never get greedy when you know of a sure thing. You keep hammering the known quantity as long as it remains good because you might get skunked when you go in search of something better.

Sheets of rain blowing sideways greeted me at the Mansfield Gondola. The snow barely started near the base of the slopes and was very thin and spotty for a few hundred feet. The Front Four did not look in play from the parking lot. I suspected skiing was likely good up high but I resolved that I was not skinning in a drenching rain.

Rather than wait for the rain to stop, I opted to drive to Killington where I suspected they had top to bottom skiing, more snow, and no rain. I guess I never learn… But this was rather defaulting back to the known quantity when the greed did not pan out. Sure enough, I made the wrong decision when I left home but made the right decision in revising plans.

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Halloween Patch Skiing at Sunday River

Birthday turns when said birth date is in October always comes as a pleasant treat. The trick involved with Birthday turns at Sunday River today was navigating the patches on Lower Sunday Punch. At times it was questionable whether today offered more tricks or treats? But the smile on my face while making turns down Upper Sunday Punch gave credence to the treat side of the saying.

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First Turns of the Season at Sunday River

View from the Mid-Station of the Locke Mountain Triple at Sunday River

Sunday River was the first ski area east of the Mississippi to open for the season two day ago. That certainly got my attention. Sunday River has opened for Halloween these past two years but it was a surprise to see the resort pulling out all the stops during an extremely below average temperature month of October. Having to work on Saturday and having other commitments on Sunday, I arranged to leave work early on Friday to get my first turns of the season.

My excitement for first turns of the season had my mind out of sorts as I missed the Barker Lodge turn off and ended up at the main lodge unloading my gear. After a quick reality check, I was soon at an empty Barker Lodge getting my $25.00 lift ticket and buckling into my new boots. First day of the season is no way to break in new boots, but no pain no gain as they say!

Uploading on the Locke Triple was sensational with great colors still lingering despite being past peak. The transition from just colors to colors with snow was sensational and vibrant. Views were sensational from the top of Locke Mountain with a relatively clear day and views to the Presidentials off the backside. T2 was the only open run with downloading on the Locke Triple Chair as Sunday Punch was not yet ready for top to bottom traffic.

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Sensational Earned Turn Powder Day to Start the Season

Looking Down National at Stowe

Game on! Last week’s two inches was just a teaser of better things to come. A massive storm system drew moisture out of the tropics and sent cold air racing the Appalachian chain into Florida. Combined with upslope snow fall on the backside of the storm, this is the trifecta of perfection for early season powder dumps in New England. Amazingly, the Catskills in New York received the highest snowfall totals at nearly double Mount Mansfield’s reported 12″ at The Stake. But when all was said and done, Mansfield definitely received more than a foot of fresh and was the best place to ski following the storm.

Austin and I hooked up in West Lebanon and carpooled up to Stowe. Originally, we had been considering Jay which was forecasted to receive more than Mount Mansfield. But the initial snow totals suggested that the upslope did not kick in for Jay like it did for Mansfield. We met up with Greg in the parking lot and skinned up Nose Dive. After an ill advised dabble in Nosedive Glades, we skinned up to the Octagon and prepared for a descent down National.

National usually is a horrible trail to descend featuring irregular spacious mounds of snow with scraped snow in the valleys. National is one of Stowe’s well known “front four” trails but hardly merits its reputation as an expert level trail. The steep drop scares many skiers into throwing the skis sideways and scraping off the snow which then slides into unorganized mounds. Suffice to say, National hardly skis well except immediately following a fresh dump.

Seeing an beautifully untracked line down skiers right, I picked my way through some thin coverage and rocks (which had kept most skiers away) and slid into a slot of bliss. With quads burning and begging for mercy, I skied down National’s powdery bliss spraying powder clouds left and right. Happy Birthday to me one day early. At the intersection of National and Liftline, tracks went everywhere but untracked was still to be found. The tracks a testament to well over a hundred skiers and riders hiking for turns. I finished my first run of the year down Lower National making somewhat aesthetic lines where once there was untracked snow. This is the way to begin a season.

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