Cannon: Jokes On Us, but We Are No Fools

Cannon Trees (Horizontal)

The joke was on skiers this April Fool’s Day. Two day out prognostications looked epic but subsequent forecasts shifted the storm further and further east. By last chair on Friday, the ten hour total for Cannon was only four inches. It was still snowing when we left, but totals will surely fall short of predicted amounts. Maine is no fooling this weekend while the rest of New England looks like chumps.

While today was not a powder day, we more than made the best of great late season conditions at Cannon and had an awesome day. Early turns were best on moderate angle groomers that had collected an inch or two of fluff over firm. Steeper pitches yielded variable patches of fluff and scraped hard pack. Bump troughs also were firm hard pack. The best snow was on open trails of gentler pitch.

In the Trees

After lunch we went exploring and found good snow in the upper mountain trees. Bumps in the trees still had firm hard pack troughs with occasional scrape but were easy to manage. Excellent tight tree skiing was had and the day began improving with every run. We explored further afield and found packed and loose powder delights.

Earlier in the day, I pondered why exactly do I love Cannon so much. What connects me so deeply to this specific mountain? I still can not put a firm finger on the reason. But by the end of the day, I was hooting and hollering with delight as I rediscovered a narrow chute that I hadn’t skied in a dozen years. The conditions were not epic but my turns flowed poetically down an aesthetic line that got me turned on to tight chute skiing years ago. It was as good of an answer as I may ever get; it is always good to come home.

Cannon: Thank you, sir. May I have another?

Powder in the Trees at Cannon

Cannon makes you work. Great skiers routinely get spanked in the trees at Cannon. Unlike almost any other mountains save perhaps Mansfield, you really suffer for the best turns at Cannon. That type of rigor elevated my skiing as I was developing my tree chops and skiing Cannon more than any where else. But I don’t ski Cannon much any more. And it shows whenever I return to my home mountain.

Despite a claimed twenty four hour total of eleven inches, I immediately had trouble finding snow deeper than my boot buckles. I started on Mittersill in hopes that the lift being closed yesterday would have kept traffic to a minimum. The limited fresh felt nice but my favorite slot on the mountain was already well bumped and deeply troughed from yesterday. It was time to go into the woods in earnest and employ noontime plans just after the opening bell.

Epic descents were had and up to eight inches of fresh was slayed. I worked. I sweated. I fell on the hard pack outside the Tram Summit Station and busted the toe piece on one of my bindings. Oops. I made it work. Just like the mountain was making me work.

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Every Turn a Face Shot: Cannon

Understanding a mountain’s subtitles pays immense dividends. Last January, I missed out on Cannon’s biggest dump of the year and learned the hard way about Cannon’s weather patterns. The same pattern has repeated itself multiple times this December, yielding significantly more snow than average for December at Cannon. After many quality smaller powder days, Cannon got a jackpot of epic proportions.

The snow report this morning modestly understated eighteen inches overnight. By the end of the day, Cannon corrected that understated report to more properly reflect reality: 28-31″ in the past 24 hours. I can vouch for the accuracy of this measurement and by the time this storm is done tonight, the grand total will likely be at least three feet.

After catching the first tram, I quickly determined that “steep and deep” was the best option. The only other choices involved straight lining blue squares if a track was available or suffering from the misery of poling and stepping your skis straight down the marginal fall line.

I quickly found my way to the party on the Front Five. Tearing down Paulie’s Folly yielded a face shot on every turn (no exaggeration). A snorkel would have been helpful. Everytime I opened my mouth to hoot, holler, or huzzah, a glob of powder snow was lodged into my orifice. This was knee deep explosive powder at its finest. Drifts and troughs were waist deep.

The runs off the Zoomer Triple came fast and furious. Paulie’s, Zoomer, Paulie’s, Echo, Echo, Banshee. All runs excepting Banshee tossed snow into my face on every turn. Taking trips into the Powder Room on Paulie’s was divine. Its much more adventurous and concerning when the Powder Room opens its doors in Echo Glade.

After less fruitful labors, I would later return to Zoomer where I found deep untracked under the snow guns on Avalanche. At first I was incredulous that Cannon would be blowing snow on a massive powder day. My incredulous feelings became those of gratitude as snow gun spray created a powder hound deterrence and a massive powder stash. Late in the day, I was still able to find in bounds knee deep untracked powder. Avalanche, Avalanche, Avalanche, Avalanche, Banshee.

Other options were explored thoroughly once I believed enough tracks had been laid down on more moderate pitched slopes. First tracks were deadly on anything less than steep. I choose my favorite line in New England for my last run where I claimed second tracks; which were likely even better than the first.

Today was not the best ski day of my life, but it does rank quite high. I had more face shots in one run today than all other runs in my life combined. And that face shot filled run kept repeating itself. The powder snow was amazingly explosive and stunningly deep. I lacked only for want of some of Cannon’s most choice lines which were still not in play due to lack of base.

Cannon: Six Runs in Six Hours

Fourth Tracks After Already Taken First Tracks

And you know what a title like that means!

The original plan called for skiing Mad River Glen on its opening day. But due to a skiing partner phoning in a trip report from Cannon on Thursday evening, an audible was called. Cannon had received twice as much snow as Mad River this past week without suffering from excessive tracking from turn earners.

Days after the snow had fallen, I was still able to claim first tracks on a variety of shots during every run. Even on the more popular slopes that were well tracked and packed, the snow was high quality dense loose powder with occasional pockets of untracked.

Untracked Chute

The dense snow was not bottomless due to a very minimal base layer. Ski base damage was a given on the more well traveled slopes. Untracked yielded the best results but an occasional rock could still be found more than a foot below the surface.

The soft woods were caked with snow. Lack of color in the trees combined with the mountain being in the clouds all day created challenging photography conditions; everything was various shades of white or grey. Whatever color was lacking from the landscape was more than made up for in copious amounts of boot deep untracked powder and excellent line choices. The pictures do not do the day justice.

Cannon is off to an above average start to the season. One more foot of dense snow on top of the current base will open up select tree skiing options and two more feet should put all options on the table.

Third Tracks on my Favorite Line in the East

Vertical Assistance at Cannon: 3 Runs in 4 Hours

Taft Slalom

Readers from last season may recall that I tend to have exceptionally good days at Cannon when my number of runs are equal to or less than the number of hours taken to complete them. Saturday was no different with three epic runs encompassing my limited window of four hours. Unlike some previous epic days, my route selection left something to be desired today.

With substantial untracked powder still awaiting plundering, today’s destination decision relied exclusively upon unopened terrain pods. Cannon and Smuggs were the only two options. Time constraints came down on the side of Cannon. So with the help of one high speed quad and two low speed quads, I got at it.

Since my top to bottom ascent earlier this week, the wind had taken its toll on the snow. Some spots were wind buffed while other spots had been picked clean to the grass. But the usual areas were filled in and promised bottomless turns.

Upper mountain tracks were a sublime combination of dense powder, creamy wind buff, and powder. I took Taft Slalom to Upper Hard twice which had to be the best ski run in New Hampshire on Saturday. Only a tiny amount of junk to avoid at the usual spot on Taft Slalom. Otherwise, this run was full on hard charging bottomless goodness. Nothing less than laugh out loud sensational powder skiing. I was dumbfounded to only see a half dozen other turn earners near the summit all morning.

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