The Powder Deprived (Part One)

With only three powder days to my season (and none of them deep lift serviced days), I am a part of the northeast’s powder deprived legion. Natural snow terrain and trees have been slow to open. This weekend’s forecast was a game changer… as long as the mountains were on the right side of the mixed precipitation line.

I opened a four day skiing weekend at Cannon. The wind was honking and surface conditions were quite variable. Three inches of new snow did nothing for the lunar landscape of natural snow terrain. There was no rope for Zoomer Liftline but no one ever made a single track. That tells you something.

I ripped high speed arcs on a few inches of fresh over groomed. I enjoyed myself but I was all set after a few hours. Especially after the wind picked up and constant goggle scraping was required due to freezing fog. Today was fun, but it was not the main event.

Thank You, Next

Peabody QuadPeabody Quad Unload Terminal Needs Some Paint

While I am not currently in the market for a new pair of skis, it never hurts to be current on lineups for when the next edge blowout happens. Sport Thoma brought the demos, Cannon brought the hardpack.

Most of the available demos were groomer oriented, the selection was lacking in 100mm freeride skis. It was the right demo selection for the right mountain given the conditions. But not many skis piqued my interest.

I took all of the demos down the same route for consistency. I occasionally switched back to my current skis (Fischer Big Stix 100 186cm) to get a better feel for the differences versus a known quantity.

Nordica Enforcer 100

The extensively lauded Nordica Enforcer 100 (177cm) was even more impressive than its incredible reputation, but for all the wrong reasons. If I was looking for a dedicated groomer ripper, this would easily be the right ski. It has been many years since I’ve been on a rocket like this.

While I easily switched between all sorts of turn shapes and sizes, the skis came alive when laid on edge for long railed high speed arcs. The faster you ski it, the faster it wants to go. The skis are heavy and lack rocker for nimble dancing and snappy pivots. I would love to compare it to the freeride oriented Enforcer Free 104.

While no natural snow terrain was available, it was apparent that this ski prefers groomers. In a pinch, it would be doable in bumps and trees. But it is incomprehensible why I see so many of these at Mad River Glen. This would be an amazing front side part of a two ski quiver. But my quiver days are long past.

If I had to pick one ski to blindly recommend to all expert skiers regardless of their preferences, this might be the one that fits the needs of the majority of average expert level skiers who spend a most of their time on groomers. But that is not me.

Thank you, next.

Nordica Enforcer 93

I thought it might be interesting to compare the Enforcer 100 with the slimmer Enforcer 93 (177cm). This was the blandest ski of the four demos that I tried, it left me quite indifferent. The Enforcer 93 was no more nimble nor snappy than the Enforcer 100 but substantially worse at railing arcs.

In fact, I compared this ski back to back with my current skis (which have substantial hardpack drawbacks) and found long railing turns were actually less fun on the Enforcer 93 despite its generally better edge grip on all other turn shapes. I was dumbfounded.

Maybe a lighter and less aggressive skier would have a different experience. But for me, I couldn’t believe how different the two Enforcers skied.

Thank you, next.

Volkl Mantra M5

I demoed the second generation Volkl Mantra in a 177cm a dozen years ago. I wasn’t impressed then and I ain’t impressed now. I tried it in a 184cm to see if a different length might change my mind. Nope. It is still the same damp, heavy, lifeless ski that I remember.

This ski should have my name written all over it. I am a big, aggressive skier with a racing background. Yet, I found this ski less than amazing on groomed hardpack where I previously found it to excel. I cannot imagine taking this ski off the groomers into bumps or trees. It was the most overrated ski then and remains so today.

No thanks, next.

Blizzard Rustler 10

From the first turn (literally!), I felt an incredibly strong connection to the Blizzard Rustler 10. After just one turn, I had already comprehended its essence, I knew everything this ski was capable of. It spoke to me.

I was concerned the 180cm length would not be sufficient. At rest, the tail rises a few cm’s off the snow but is not excessively turned up nor twinned. The 180cm felt confident with plenty of contact, both fore and aft. The 188cm was not available for comparison but I am not sure it would have provided a better ride.

This ski has all the qualities I love: quick, nimble, playful. It pivots on a dime and makes me want to dance. Yet, it still holds its own on hardpack in a variety of turn shapes and lengths. The Rustler does not rail like the Enforcer 100. But it does better at slower speed groomer turns than one would expect.

The single half length of metal (which stops short of the tips and tails) seems to give this ski the best of both worlds (soft snow and hardpack). I can only imagine that it almost certainly has exceptional natural snow performance in the powder and the trees.

The Rustler 10 definitely tops my list for when my current pair gives up the ghost.

Thank you.

Setback (Part 1)

Just as the season has setbacks, so does my recovery. I knew it was going to happen. The seasonal setback happened going into this weekend. My personal setback would happen during the following weeks. Grinding out 12 work days in a row, half of them 13+ hour days, left me totally depleted. My routines were shot, my progress stalled. I accepted that it was going to happen and mentally prepared myself in advanced. Get through it and then get back on track.

My personal setback has been far less jarring than the seasonal set back. January suffered from winter’s multiple personality disorder in the worst possible way. Small snow accumulations, wash outs, rain/freeze events, cold blasts, a record breaking warm day. Some small snows but no big storms. We’ve had far worse January’s but it is still significantly worse than average. It is amazing we have as much open terrain as we have given the weather pattern.

2019 Retrospective

Cannonball

Ski Days & Blog Posts

During the first half of 2019, I gave up blogging. It wasn’t a deliberate choice per se, but the omission of an act is functionally the same as making a definitive decision. I ended the 2018 season with a write up about the State of TheSnowWay. That post might as well have been called “The State of my Life: Externalizing.”

TSW went radio silent from January-July of 2019. My first post of this year was in August, an externalized photography postmortem called Ubiquity & BewildermentThe post ends “I’ve never posted less during a single season. Yet, I’ve never had more to say.” I knew something had gone horribly wrong. The thread was there. I just needed to summon the will to pull it.

In the State of TheSnowWay, I wrote that “Part of writing a blog is process. I love process. But I am no longer inspired by the blogging process.” By November 2019, I found my love of process again. Writing reinforces identity. What did my lack of blogging say about my identity? I wrote about recasting my tale in Narrative, the first TSW “trip report” written before the trip. Since then, every ski day of the current season has been accompanied by a blog post.

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So Bad It’s Good

Upper Ravine

Hysterical laughter and a huge grin — an odd reaction to the lunar landscape. Someone listening nearby might think I had gone mad. But there was nobody on the nearby trails. Despite the holiday weekend, only a few regulars lined up for the 8:15am first tracks tram. I had Upper Ravine all to myself; and I was loving it.

The skiing was like watching a really bad movie: the more cringe worthy the conditions, the funnier it was. I was unironically enjoying objectively awful conditions. I kept thinking “one more run and then pack it in”. But I kept finding the desire for yet another heinous lap.

Had I experienced these conditions last year, I would have been rather salty. Actually, I wouldn’t have even gone to the mountain despite having a season pass and nothing better to do. But instead, I found a way to enjoy myself despite experiencing one of the worst days of the season.

That said, I lasted less than two hours and I did not go back on Sunday. I may be feeling more like my old self again, but I am not a masochist.