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!
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.
High hopes for a blue bird day @Sunday River tomorrow. I look forward to off piste on heavy metal.
I was on top by 2, and the views are stellar