When I heard thursday night that Mad River Glen was reopening on Friday with over a foot of new snow, I thought about getting up early and hitting it. When I also heard that there would be $29 lift tickets, and knowing that this would probably be my last chance to ride the old single before it gets renovated this summer, the decison to wake up before dawn was a no-brainer. So with a 5:30 AM wake up call, I headed up Rte. 100 to MRG.
I arrived at about 9:10, giving me 20 minutes to boot up, get a pass, and get in line for the sinlge- which was the only lift running. I didn't get first chair, but I'm sure I was amongst the first 50. If I was at Jay or Snowbird, that would probably equate to first tram, so I wasn't too upset.
Riding up the single:
My "new" Pow plusses. I haven't even had a chance to Spatulate the tips or paint the topsheets:
After my first run, I ran into buckethead in the liftline. Here he is riding a little pice of history. These chairs are going to be auctioned off, and whoever gets this one will have an extra special one, since it has now been tagged with a "Change for a nickel?" sticker.
Buckethead on Chute:
On the next run we ran into L8APX and his buddies in the liftline. We headed up to hit some trees.
L8APX, me and someone who's name I can't remember on top of MRG:
It's a nice view from the top.
Me showing some poor steeze, but neccesaryto avoid getting a facefull of tree branch:
L8APX tries to figure out how to hell to draw a line though the trees:
After we came out of the trees, we started to hike to some hopefully untracked terrain, when we came across a guy with no skis lying in the snow. Apparently he had been skiing Octopussy's Garden solo, banged his hip pretty bad, and crawled out of the woods to a groomer. We waited with him, telling him jokes and putting our jackets on him to keep him warm until the patrol arrived. About 100m uphill from him was another incapacitated skier who was skiing solo through the woods. Be careful in the trees, folks. If you get hurt, there's no guaruntee you'll be found quickly. These guys wre lucky, but it could have been a lot worse.
Oh, and the snow was FKNA Boner City powder. If it wasn't for the fact that I was surrounded by a LOT of trees, I wouldn't think I was skiing in VT. The lightest blower have ever seen in the East.
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