Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder: Jay Peak–NSBS Day 2

NSBS at the Top of the Bonnie

Riding the Jet Triple Chair late afternoon, I asked aloud “why did I ever leave Jay?” Jay became routine. I had become a powder princess; loosing my edge. New areas I had never skied beckoned for exploration. I became a wanderer–visiting new areas and revisiting areas that I skied so long ago they felt new. My explorations were as fruitful as any novel experience. But they also gave me perspective on what I was missing… on what I turned away from for far too long.

Dropping into the Jay sidecountry was sublime. It all came flooding back to me—the many incredible untracked powder days past; the beauty of the widely spaced hard woods. Today was not the deepest by far but it was just as exciting and euphoric. I stopped and hollered; laughing hysterically with joy and amazement.

It was all the more special to share these experiences with my fellow blogging friends—who were equally blown away by the skiing. Harvey’s perspective that experiences common place to me are peak experiences for him weighs heavy on my mind. Such experiences should never be taken for granted. No matter how many times such things are experienced, they should never become thought of as common place.

Northeast Ski Bloggers in the Trees

Harvey at the Top of the Jet

Harvey in the Jay Sidecountry

Jay Peak Powder! NSBS Day 1

Jay Peak Horizontal

Approaching the lip of Upper Exhibition, I heard SBR start. I looked in his direction, shared a look, and knew it was on. It’s a special moment when two skiers connect, simultaneously decide to change plans, and drop into a line knowing that something special awaits. Who needs to ski the glades when there is boot deep untracked blow on a steep open pitch? A few conservative turns gave way to full on charging mode. And then the white stuff kicked up in The Flash and I couldn’t contain my wonderment.

It was a homecoming of sorts, charging hard in boot buckle deep untracked at noontime. I’ve clearly been away from Jay Peak for too long. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Perhaps we could have expected an inch or two at best and my leisurely start to the morning clearly indicated that I had no hope of a powder day. But Jay is a mountain of surprises.

You only experience the novelty of a new area once. That jaw dropping awe can only be relived through seeing the eyes of others experiencing it for the first time. It was like that today. I’ve skied all these lines before to the point of routine. But I saw them again almost for the first time today. And that was amazing.

More words to follow but I am spent for tonight. We’re just getting started.

Harv on Powerline

SBR on Upper River Quai

Jet

Burke!

Tight Trees at Burke

Today defined the awesomeness that is Burke Mountain. Burke can easily be overlooked in the shadow of its more well known neighbors to the southeast and northwest. Despite knowing how great Burke skis, even I often overlook Burke and go searching else where for deeper pow. Its a major mistake to overlook Burke. It’s a special mountain and I owe it to myself to get back here more often.

Juxtaposed against yesterday at Cannon, today was a relaxing coast. Which isn’t to say my pulse was not elevated. But rather that the thrills at Burke require substantially less masochism. Due to extensive muscle fatigue and soreness, I went to Burke intending to keep the pulse down and the excitement level low. Paths into the trees are littered with such best intentions.

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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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Middlebury College Snow Bowl

Middlebury College Snow Bowl

My visit to Middlebury College Snow Bowl served two purposes: discovering a new area and avoiding the holiday crowds. Ski on lifts, empty trails, and elbow room in the lodge are luxuries not antithetical to the busiest holiday weekend of the year. Enjoying these luxuries requires thinking outside of the box and a sense of adventure; a lack of fear that smaller might mean less fun despite less hassles and headaches.

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