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REAL SNOW AT SUGARBUSH
By Paul Maraschiello
We pointed the car north on Rt. 100 and headed for Sugarbush. As we drove into town, we noticed that it had begun to snow. Things were still kind of quiet and very beautiful. It looked like we were going to have a real white Christmas after all. They were making snow on many of the trails, so we contented ourselves with playing in the bumps on Murphy's Glade. They were just the right size. They weren't really bumps, they were more like "bimps". The sun had started to come out and the skiing was righteous.
There was a tent set up at the bottom of the hill to demo Volant skis. We took a few runs on these metal skis and they performed just great. They carved nice ROUND turns and held very well on the snow.
We ran into a ski instructor and a group of little tots. They were really cute, so Jessie took a few photos of them. When we got to the bottom, there were another group of children. It reminded me of when my daughter was little, just a few short years ago.
We had a nice lunch in the Valley House Lodge and continued to ski as much of the mountain as we could while still avoiding the snowguns. We hit Organgrinder and went over to North Lynx Peak. They were blowing a lot of snow over there, so we came back to ski in the Glade.
We headed over to Mt. Ellen late in the day. We were having so much fun, that we had forgotten that there was a whole entire mountain that we had never explored. We hopped on the "White Knuckle Express", my name for the Slide Brook Express that connects the two mountains. The way it goes up and DOWN the mountain reminds me of a roller coaster. When the chair goes over the mountain and starts another decent, it provides an additional thrill at no extra cost. I still haven't decided if I like it.
We regretted not getting over to Mt. Ellen earlier. The cloud has already settled in on the mountain and we only made one run from the top before we headed in. After skiing all day in the in the glades, we headed back to Sugarbush South where we would not have to ski by "brail" in the cold .
We stopped in the little supermarket in Rochester and stocked up on essentials and when we got back to the house, I whipped up one of my specialties, chicken cacciatore, had a few beers and relaxed in front of the VCR, tired but with that great feeling that comes from a day on the snow.
Sugarbush in high on my list of really great eastern ski resorts.