Stowe Vermont, a cold Sunday night before ski Days. 7 & 8.The ride to Stowe is spectacular and getting familiar.
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 momostskiers are starting to snore.
It’s cold, -6 for a low.
I cruised past the pay lot at Spruce base, and hastily parked.
Although it’s lonely, with my gear ready there’s not much room for even my best amigos.
Skiing Monday was magical. The glades/woods still had plenty of untracked precious eastern powderpopopoChampagne 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!
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…..
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.