Wildcat ski day 11

Tuesday February 25th

Monday February 24th in the evening, I was asked very nicely to move from the base of Sunday River to Lot 6. This caused me to just leave – if I had to make the truck mobile – I decided to try Wildcat. I actually did look for lot 6, it was big and dark and empty.


I remembered Wildcat’s big moguls, and what fun I had in high school trying to learn to ski big moguls and falling a lot.

The lot was empty when I pulled in around 9:30, and it was a dark starless night. I prepared my clothes for the morning, and slept in the farthest spot from the road.

Seeing the New Hampshire state signage and feeling Wildcat’s low key vibe was worth the move.

When I woke on Tuesday around 11, it was raining. I grit my teeth, and went for it anyway. The ticket office was inside, and the classic, lodge was almost too hot for me to buy some stickers.

I got my pass for the day, Epic!

New Hampshire apparently was still on school break – so quite a few youngsters were zooming around and trying to look cool. The lift, a high speed quad was fast, I found the old trail, with the bumps, under a now abandoned classic 2 seat chair lift. The trail that drew me back to Wildcat, Copy Cat, was wonderful. Not a soul in site, good sized moguls, and a nice pitch.

The conditions were “variable” from rocks, to rivers to tree samplings, and the snow ranged from ice to black man-made ick. But I skied, and smiled, took a few other runs on the fat boards.

By about 3:00, the rain at the bottom became more unpleasant and the snow that was falling at the top got me concerned about the long 6 hour drive home. It was a great visit, and a pleasure to be ale to hop from one mountain to another.

I really enjoyed the drive home, honestly. Just 1 photo opp stop

And a rest area

Having jetted over to Maine at night, then moving from Sugarloaf to Sunday River and then on to Wildcat, all at night, it was a treat to enjoy the countryside for a few hours. I was on the actual highway before dark, and safely in the driveway by shortly after 10.


Ski day 10, Sunday River Maine. Monday February 24th.

Yes, at Sunday River chairs and gondola cabins share the same wire.

Not to mention the unphotographed zig zag mat to load the chairlift.

Sunday River afternoon was fun!

I managed to get on the Chondola by 1, and hit it hard. Woods, bumps, and a few caches of wind crusted Maine Pow!
13 seconds
Telemark was great, as this front to back is a serious haul.

Kinns Road Park, Clifton Park NY

Wednesday, February 12, 2020

To put this in perspective, the winter has been unkind. I had heard it’s supposed to snow tomorrow, and I got super stoked after a short yoga session. I drove my Dad’s old car the 1 mile, thru the stone arch below the railroad tracks, to my park. I have enjoyed almost everything you can imagine in this magical spot, and over the nineteen years it’s been my favorite place to be.

But you gotta take what ya get – or stay (add color..) home – D’is is NEW YORK.

A singular ski experience. Maybe that’s not the word, but nobody else was skiing. Most folks are scared of ice. But my old brown skis were perfect. I had bought them used many years ago (PakNPaddle, and Rich Macha even mounted some street trash bindings for them ).


The recent windstorms made things interesting! I have expressed my gratitude on the FaceBook to those who cut the trees. They did a very clean job, and I was thrilled to ski where others are waiting for the goods.

IMHO, there is now “enough” man-made stuff in the park. What came to mind to me after noticing the signs and benches and markers, well it’s a song. I’d like to get more involved with the park. It’s AWESOME – and changing fast!


January 19th 2020

Stowe Vermont, a cold Sunday night before ski Days #7 & 8.

The ride to Stowe is spectacular and getting familiar.

Tuesday afternoon, when the sun broke thru I pulled out my camera.
Nice warm fire in at Bustys Bar BQ bar near the river in Whitehall, NY.

Second best Pulled Pork sandwich ever. Glad the gentleman asked if I wanted ‘Slaw on it.

Driving in Vermont feels like you’re riding with an ADD GPS:50 mph, No 40 no 35 no 50….bump, curve, “narrow shoulders”….but I kept LLLY between the ditches and arrived safely in Stowe shortly after most skiers are getting to bed.

It’s cold, -6 for a low.

I cruised past the pay lot at Spruce base, and hastily parked and got coffee and clothes ready for MLK Jr. Day at the best snow in the East.

Although it’s lonely, with my gear ready there’s not much room for even my best amigos.

Door sealed with space blankets over the foam bumper cushions . Later moved marathon space blank to between door and pad
Gonna be another cold night. So glad the propane ran out with enough time to run to Tractor Supply.

Skiing Monday was magical. The glades/woods still held plenty of untracked precious eastern pow.

Of course, there were sheets of boiler-pate ice, and tree sprouts (no grass). But if you like big moguls on steep trails with a side of pow, today was perfect.

Not for the faint of heart. The mountain gets little sun in the afternoon, but hey, Stowe has snow and steeps!

Second Gondola!
View from Octagon

Tuesday January 21

Cold and grey morning, but a few seconds of sunshine made the finely groomed corduroy look just like in the ski commercials.

Had not realized it was busy yesterday because of MLK Jr day.

With mountain to myself Tuesday, my heart sang while my ears rang and I zoomed down the empty perfect terrain. I did stop to rest and take some pictures…..

Zoomed in from lot with Camera
Some tree dropped its seeds
Lunch and dry break. Telemark PM

The afternoon was sunnier. Four Tele runs and I was ready for a long bath at home.

While the ski clothes are getting clean and dry, LLLY still has a chunk of ice near the fresh water tank.

Invisible here, but there’s ice 1/4” thick

Vermont is Very nice

Northeast Kingdom Trail Fat Bike Demo day.


Most Moms and Dads following their kid’s dreams may not enjoy it as much as we get to.

Biking, mountain biking, lives and breathes in my boy’s life, like skiing always will in my own.

My darling wife Lissa Jacobson, sporting my 1967 Fifth Avenue toboggan hat at the Yurt XC center.

Getting going on a 4.5” tire bike was my biggest challenge – I had to think about making the bike move – and be in the right gear.

We rode the beginner loop, and D went to swap his bike shoes for hiking boots. I survived the Advanced loop, and D skied XC at the Yurt later New Years Day.

Driving close to 4 hours, the first 2 or so over bumpy roads made me never want to leave the Northeast Kingdom, and I know we shall return.

Safe ride, no mechanicals, other than known issues. This crew of 3 sure made lots of condensation, but the bumpers are dry now.

Thinking about boat cushion material to cover the bumpers. I know by myself, I can dry my stuff ok. But with two bikers and one XC skier, at 60 degrees, not good. Even with all of Day 1 wet stuff moved to the truck the liberty needed serious house keeping on 1/2/2020.

we were all glad to get home safely.

Love Fatbiking, but another bike? Or 2?

Kuwat pivot- heavy duty bike rack folds out. Need a pic…

Bike shop
Fun with D
D took this one
For Sale

Ok how much? Does the handyman live far? I ❤️VT

Lissa’s photos.
Thankful we made it home ok.



Tuesday November 12th

11 degrees when I turned the truck off. Still the only taker for Camping in Lot D@Killington.

It got to be winter fast, and now Killington mountain looks ready for action!

Killington 8:30ish pm

coffee and stuff ready for morning.

Heat is at 50, til I turn in. Set to 45 for the night.

I ventured out, to try putting a gallon of fresh water in, because the pump keeps running.

fixed it! Guess I’m going to have to see about getting a few more gallons for the shower.

cool view thru the ice on my heiki

Whiteface March 6th, 2020

Symmetric, and short. Season started and ended (?) at Whiteface.

No camping,so I left Clifton Park late and drove Rt 9

While everyone is sheltering in place, I’m out in the driveway praying for feet of Snow. It’s post Virus hell, so I’m catching up.

I was thrilled to be on top by noon

I go back to this place that is special to many other people, many have reasons to call “Lake Placid” special.

When you come, bring lots of wool and poly. Skiing in slush in 40 year old pants was fun!

Wilmington NYs own Olympic mountain ended up being my last stop for the llly before my name for it”Covid911”

After the Fire from above

Maine, ME … my Maine thing

Sugarloaf Maine, ME.

Downhill Ski day 9

Saturday February 22nd 2020


After the absolutely best marinara and tube pasta, Lilly and I rocked to Sugarloaf Maine. My Maine thing is blind, I fly by night and ski by day. The erratic signs speed limits accompanied bumps and 30 mph curves are a New England thing. Washboard of the West has nothing on frost heave up North Maine. 1 day later, and I am still sore from the beating those roads Google picked!

Very pretty @ night, ugly by day

IMHO, Sugarloaf sux. Nice views, but nothing to write home from about- Black diamonds are maybe “Blue” at a real mountain. So after pulling in around 3AM, I got on Sugarloaf by 2:00 PM, and Telemarked to explore- 4 or 5 runs. Went left and right, nothing got me sweating.

I fell twice. Piciture me walking out of the Liberty, ready to ski (forgot my ear buds)…

I tripped on the last step towards the short walk to the base. Very attentive helper, only bruised right knee and my pride.

Caught an edge and wiped too.

Here’s a few pics from Sugarloaf.

Excellent grooming

High hopes for a blue bird day @Sunday River tomorrow. I look forward to off piste on heavy metal.

Nothing to write home about

I was on top by 2, and the views are stellar

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