This past Saturday, I happened to have a class in the morning. "Forest Conservation and Woodturning." So while I didn't get to go ski in the morning, especially with previous snow and windloading events, I was doing some woodturning down in Jericho. I had a great time, but man, I was jittery for some skiing. So after class, my friend and I headed up the roaded to the Underhill State Park, where we decided to ski some areas of the mountain which lay ahead of us. We caught a gorgeous day for skiing. Arriving at 2 PM, we parked the car and I immediately started getting some sun exposure on my neck. I skinned up, my friend was on snowshoes with a snowboard on his back. We made great time, and had a great time hanging out in the sunshine with snow all around us.
We hit the CCC Road, and began climbing up a strange linear opening in the woods. I was very thankful of good old Mother Nature, who was not only inclined to treat us with beautiful sun, but also serenade us. The previous icing events had left many trees bowing down to us as we ascended. A light breeze clinked their tips together in a song that only a chorus of windchimes could imitate. Snow was plentiful, and a good time was had by all. Snow on this windward side of the mountain was in the vicinity of 6-8 inches deep, light and fluffy, and definitely fun to play around in.
We skied until late, right into the golden hour. The woods were just too good to stop now and retreat back to the valley beneath us. We kept looking up and saying, 'MAN! Another run would definitely be worth it." Climb and climb we did, dropping into a beautiful untracked powder forest three times over before the day was done. We ended up back at the car around 7 PM, an afternoon definitely well spent. And with that, I'm looking forward to this weekend.
If the thread title is an appetizer, the story must be the main meal. If you cleared your plate, you might even get some dessert:
Observing nature's musical instruments.
There's no untracked snow in Vermont, stay at home.
My first tele skiing action shot ever? Booyah!
Me, fighting to stay up.
Me, hanging out in the trees.
The size of that grin definitely sums up the day.
Mt Mansfield from our perch.
Me, a master hard at work. (Or hardly at work?)
My definition of 'happy hour.'