Thank You, Next

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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.

Burke: Deep

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Warren’s Run.

Warren’s Run.

Warren’s Run.

Warren’s Run.

Four times in a row. Four times knee to thigh deep untracked down Burke’s widest and most prominent run, rarely ever a good option for untracked powder due to grooming and race training. While the local guys went straight for the trees, I lapped some of the deepest and best untracked powder turns I’ve skied in years in plain sight of the Quad.

I will never understand the urge to rush the trees when a normally groomed trail is just begging for deep and smooth tracks. Isn’t that why we went into the woods in the first place? Because we couldn’t find good snow and untracked powder on the trails? I hollered and screamed at the top of my lungs in plain sight of the lift, yet no one riding that lift seemed to be following me down the most obvious run into the best snow on the mountain.

Good grief.

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A Cannon Day

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A Cannon Day: It is good for what ails you.

Fourteen hours ago, it seemed like this powder day was not to be. I got up, took out the dog, and sat down looking out the window, dead eyes. I felt absolutely wasted. I had not been feeling well for days and the cold hit hard Saturday and Sunday. I knew that a foot of fresh was awaiting, but my body said “no way”. I sat there for half an hour watching the minutes tick away. I had to make a go decision soon to make first chair. I chugged some water, tossed some medicine in my bag, and got moving. I might not be able to ski much but I sure as heck was going to try.

I can report that I have found the cure for the common cold and it is a powder day at Cannon. Once I got going, I felt better every run. As per my usual plan of attack at Cannon, I started on Zoomer and found about eight inches over scratch on the groomers. Untracked on top of groomer is my favorite powder condition (since I get to ski it so rarely) but powder on top of scratch is not so hot. Lower angle Rocket had the best snow of this variety. But the better and deeper action was in the trees as I found in Lakeview and Echo.

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Three & Done at Smuggs

Untracked Two Days After the Storm

Three runs and done at Smuggs. That was not due to the conditions or injury, but rather fatigue. Coming off twelve days in a row of work averaging 12 hours per day, I took Saturday off from skiing to recover despite the recent storm and epic reports from the notch. I assumed one day of doing nothing was enough for recovery, but it definitely was not.

I got right to work at Smuggs and delved into a line I suspected existed but had not yet discovered. Discovering new lines is always a treat, especially at areas that you have mostly mapped out. But you never want to be in discovery mode, especially at Smuggs, with anything less than your ‘A’ game. I hacked my way down the line looking rather amateurish. But I felt that the turns were not there so I decided not to force it.

Given my lack of energy, I opted for something a bit more mellow for my next run. I found some boot deep untracked despite skiing two days after the storm. This was a very well known woods area but the line goes against the fall line and requires counter intuitive thinking. Always a late-day-go-to but two days after the storm during a weekend is exceptional. It was only a half dozen untracked turns but far more than I expected.

Conditions in general were wicked firm and fast on the groomers despite the recent storm. The groomers had massive wind buff and felt like skiing an early season WROD. So suffice it to say, I stuck to the trees as is my wont.

Despite my fatigue, I couldn’t resist skiing off the backside of Sterling into the Notch. My line choice was suspect given my condition, but I couldn’t resist dropping into a creek bed that I haven’t skied in a few years. The snow was phenomenal and my turns were acceptable if forced. But by the time I got down to 108, I knew I was spent.

It is never good to spend more time driving round trip than skiing. But it is best to call it a day when your turns get sloppy and your energy is lacking. It was a disappointing end to two exceedingly long and difficult weeks. But the worst of my work is done for the winter and I have two weeks of use it or lose it vacation to burn. The season is just getting started as far as I am concerned.

Jay Peak Powder Day: Pics Or It Didn’t Happen

Today was the tenth day and first powder day of my season. During an average season, I would have had at least that many powder days and more than double that many total days by the end of February. But this is not an average season. And today was not an average powder day.

I was only expecting a few inches, just enough to soften things up. But instead, Jay got coated in eight amazing inches. The dense snow felt bottomless even though I knew it wasn’t. I thought I might go an entire season without a powder day. But I finally got one. Perhaps my only one of the entire season.

Powder days have been so exceedingly rare this season that you might ask for pics or not believe that it happened. It did happen but I can’t prove it. After booting up, I looked at the zipped top pocket of my bag where I store my camera. And then I looked away and started walking towards the door.

I was sitting on the Jet having singled up with a father and his son. They were talking most of the ride about skiing. But then the father pulled out his phone and started typing. His son desperately tried to get his attention but the father continually asked for, no, insisted on silence so he could futz around with his device. He was out of the moment, momentarily oblivious to his surroundings, intentionally unaware of what deserved his full attention.

Today wasn’t about documenting and reporting. It wasn’t about trying to capture the conditions or available lines in ones and zeros. Today was about skiing hard, being in the moment, and treasuring each untracked turn. Every fucking one of them. I didn’t need a picture to remember today. How could I ever forget?