Dawn Patrol: Cannon

Dawn Patrol at Cannon

There is only one way to ascend top to bottom at Cannon Mountain: The Tram. Some might prefer other modes of ascent that favor open spaces, fresh air, and elbow room (like the Peabody and Cannonball Quads). These options have their perks. But top to bottom at Cannon via the Tram is the only way to go! Why else would I have based my morning adventure from Tramside?

I debated lapping the Front Five but unfortunately the Zoomer Chair is not yet online. This is because Cannon has not yet blown enough base on Gary’s and Rocket. Personally, I am glad that Cannon Mountain is concerned about my safety and has roped off the Front Five trails until enough man made base has been laid down. The “blower pow” that recently fell is certainly not enough to warrant opening these unpruned trails. Amazingly, these trails were already tracked up by unreasonable fellows who care not for their bases.

Crowds were surprisingly non-existent. I felt like I had the entire mountain to myself, what a treat! As you can see, no other skiers were on the Peabody Chair as I was ascending. My perfect solitude and peacefulness was only interrupted by the incessant roar of snow making on Gary’s, Rocket, and Bypass. I was so glad to hear the guns roaring! Thankfully, Cannon is burying all of that nasty “blower powder” with an icy man made base.

Skin Track on Tramway

For my only run from the summit, I opted to ski Tramway. Despite my early start and the lack of crowds, some crazed lunatic had set in a lone track up what would have been a perfect untouched canvas. Unreal! Much to my chagrin, Cannon had not yet groomed Tramway! I had to deal with almost two feet of untracked powder with balls deep drifts. Worse yet, the powder snow was getting all up into my face and making visibility difficult. More unreality! I double ejected Superman style twice due to unseen waterbars and slammed frozen into a wall of waist deep drifted snow. The lack of attention to this trail by Cannon management is astounding.

I found much better skiing on Bypass. The powder had been buried under massive icy snowmaking whales. I delighted in sliding for dear life on these frozen mounds of McSludge. Far too soon, I reached the final pitch of Bypass where I encountered more wonderful snow making at the top of Paulie’s Extension! Thinking to avoid the spray from the snow gun, I stayed skier’s right. But I accidentally found myself on the other side of a safety rope on Paulie’s Extension. Oh no!

For sure my bases would be ruined here. But somehow they survived unscathed despite the powder being this “blower” variety that so many people that had not skied it were talking about. I wanted off of this cursed mountain as soon as possible, so I threw caution to the wind and really let the skis fly down this gauntlet of peril. I tried to ski into tracks that had been left from yesterday, but my skis kept hooking up into the untracked. I howled with rage.

Avalanche

My base area choice was severely miscalculated as none of the Front Five trails were open. Due to snow making operations on Gary’s and Rocket, options at this point were severely limited. I tried to find the entrance to one of my favorite trails at Cannon–Zoomalanche–but I turned right too soon and I found myself at the top of the steeply pitched Avalanche trail. My bases were doomed for sure!

Since the snow depth was just under a foot and a half, the waterbars were mercifully more visible than on Tramway. Again, my skis had a mind of their own and found untracked lines all over the trail despite the existence of so many other tracks. I hollered bloody murder about the unfairness of my plight. I could have skied groomers down to Peabody Base if I had only turned left into the snow gun at the bottom of Bypass.

Mercifully, this folly of an excursion was finally over and I gladly skied back to my car where I found the Tramside base area starting to come to life. I sped back to Plymouth with all due haste ensuring I arrived at work on time. I was so glad to be back behind my desk with the nightmare of this morning’s ill advised run behind me. It was like eating a live toad first thing in the morning!

Opening Weekend at Cannon, WROD Style: Whoa!!!

Traffic Jam on Gremlin

I have done many things on skis that might be considered dangerous. Ducking ropes, solo skiing in the backcountry/sidecountry, suspect route selection, etc. But such ill advised exploits hardly compare to running the gauntlet opening weekend on the only open trail. Cannon’s lone route, comprised of Middle Cannon to Gremlin, was flooded with sliders. Surviving the WROD was more a matter of luck than technical prowess and staying alert.

Obstacles on the trails included three ski teams, a variety of lower level skiers, college yahoo straight liners, and the rest of the general skiing population. Trail density was highest when the Peabody Quad–a high speed detachable–was running full capacity, effectively dumping four skiers onto Middle Cannon every eight seconds. There simply was no break between skiers to get some space for turning.

Base of Cannon

My decision to ski with my new (to me) Volkl Six Stars was not helping matters. These skis are jaw dropping in high speed wide arcs. You can not put them on without feeling double dog dared to rip it edge to edge as fast as possible. Reigning them in is more difficult than stopping a runaway stage coach whose horses are galloping towards a cliff without a second thought. Whoa… whoa!!!

Reign in the big arcs I did but dancing along the sides of the trails was just as dangerous. Instead of skiing a human slalom course, I suddenly become a human gate for others. The best course of action was something in between the two extremes. Wait until you have a clear path, give it some gas, and then hit the breaks and wait for the alley to clear again.

The danger to fun ratio had decidedly tipped towards the dangerous side after five runs. I have all season to engage in dangerous skiing behavior. There was certainly no reason to risk life and limb on a WROD during Cannon’s opening weekend of the season.

The Powder Days Started Here, The Powder Days Finish Here: Over Two Feet of Fresh at Cannon

The Powder Days Started Here. The Powder Days Finish Here. This is Cannon. This is my home.

Just when you thought it was safe to put away the powder skis and take off the snow tires, old man winter says he ain’t finished quite yet. An impressive storm system dropped copious amounts of snow from Northern Vermont clear across the White Mountains pushing the Avalanche Advisory for Tuckerman Ravine to a rare Extreme rating.

Two feet seems to be the average for terrain above two thousand feet in favored aspects. Cannon got two feet and them some with drifts of three to four feet in places. Cannon historically delivers early season and late season. So it comes as no surprise that my first and last powder days book end the season at Cannon.

With early morning meetings at work and a physical therapy session for my knee (LOL) just after noon, my turn earning was delayed until later in the day. Driving north on I-93, I saw nothing but bare ground and rain which might have tested a less knowledgeable die hard’s resolve. But I know Cannon. And I know what these types of storms do in the Notch.

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Closing Weekend at Wildcat

After skiing on closing weekend at Sugarbush the day before and missing out on the foot of fresh that Wildcat received, I headed over to Pinkham notch to partake in closing weekend at Wildcat. The storm was not supposed to move so quickly and I had expected Sunday to be the better day at Wildcat. Much to my chagrin, no new snow fell over night and all the powder from the day before had been completely tracked out.

Upper Wildcat yielded pleasant natural packed snow with occasional bumps. Regardless of missing the powder, it was nice to ski on true packed powder instead of frozen, wet, or corn snow. I ducked into some trees which were fun and had very nice packed snow. No left over powder to be seen. Mid-mountain started to see the effects of warmer temperatures and frozen manked snow on Middle Catapult. By lower mountain, the frozen mank was complete and groomers were better than natural snow. Visibility was non-existent and the groomed snow on Bobcat was teeth rattling.

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Mount Washington with Descents of Ammonoosuc Ravine & the East Snowfields

Mount Washington Summit

Ammonoosuc Ravine

Follow your dreams and don’t ever look back.

Ten years ago during August 2000, after the conclusion of my last two undergraduate classes and prior to beginning my first full time job, I decided to take up hiking. Inspired by reading Waterfalls of the White Mountains by Bolnick, I began planning various Waterfall hikes. I bought an AMC White Mountain Guide. And for my first peak bagging experience, I targeted none other than New England’s highest peak, Mount Washington. Why start small, right?

This ill fated first attempt at hiking involved limping up the summit cone via the Tuckerman Ravine Trail due to a sore and fatigued leg muscle. Despite a severe blow to my ego, at the summit I opted to take a stage coach down the Auto Road to avoid further injuring my leg. My first hiking experience ended in failure. But it was the first step down a road leading to many adventures.

Since that first hiking experience, I have always held a grudge against Mount Washington. While I have hiked and skied the Rock Pile frequently during the past ten years, I have never summited and returned to the base using my own leg power. Skiing off the summit has been an elusive goal since I first started earning turns in 2005. Ten years after my first major hiking experience and five years after beginning to earn turns, I have finally skied off the summit of Big George.

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