I was determined not to burn daylight unloading the Liberty. Good plan, poorly executed
Mayday mayday!
Biked 2 Kinns Rd Park and RAN
Strava said 4 point something. My point is 31 year old Conky is My bike. Bought with my first paycheck in from earthinfo.com
Random photos
COVID
Life was never quite the same, at least for me after 9/11/2001, and IMHO life is never going back to “normal.”
We are in the midsts of “My town’s” “curbside pickup.” Rich folks and working class heroes discard some choice stuff.
Getting ready for boating season
Whiteface March 6th, 2020
Symmetric, and short. Season started (Spring 2019) and ended (?) at Whiteface.
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 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”
Perspective adulthood and other nasty words
Maybe a dozen days?
I sure am glad I conquered the East
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
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.
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!
Maine, ME … my Maine thing
Sugarloaf Maine, ME.
Downhill Ski day 9
Saturday February 22nd 2020
6ishPM
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
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!
LLLY 