The perils of not posting within days of the activity (or at least writing some notes shortly thereafter) are that all the details get forgotten, especially when it's skiing during a[nother] low snow year. All the days run together without anything to differentiate them - it's been all blue skies and beaten down snow.
On the last weekend in February, H skied by himself on Saturday, while Milton and I did a long walk, vacuumed, baked cookies, tried a new curry recipe and folded mounds of clean laundry. He reported a full bus ride up, the usual lift line incompetencies and, for something new and fun, nearly getting hit by other skiers three different times. He's got quick reflexes, however, and managed to avoid all of them; one impressed bystander even commented, "Dude! Nice moves!"
I went up with him on Sunday. The bus was full enough that we opted to stand, rather than squeezing into seats, but we were the only ones standing and the 7:20 bus got us to the Albion lodge right around 8 a.m. It seemed pretty busy to me: the Sugarloaf lines were quite long, so we only skied a few runs there, instead sticking to Supreme and Collins where things seemed to be moving quickly. The snow was "chalky," which is Western-speak for New England's "packed powder," and I think the reason that it felt busy was that most people were sticking to the groomers as the off-piste stuff was pretty firm. We did one run through the Ballroom (pictured above), however, and that was decent.
We kept at it until a little after 1 p.m., catching the 1:29 bus down canyon. My feet were pretty frozen by then although it was partly sunny and had been steadily warming since the morning; once my toes get cold, they just don't warm up regardless of how balmy it gets later. And it was getting balmy, being March already and all. When did that happen? Where did the winter go? Hopefully we'll get some more storms before the season is over - the snowpack is looking awfully thin for water reasons.
On Sunday,
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