Skye is in the Saco Middle School Ski Club, which means she’ll take the bus to Sunday River four Saturdays in the next several weeks. Her first trip was this past Saturday. It was a good excuse for me to finally get up there this season, too. I talked my buddy Alex into going with me, which was fantastic, because we hadn’t hung out in far too long.
Skye took the bus and we drove my car. Shortly after leaving Thornton Academy, where I dropped her off, she sent me a text letting me know that she found a ski buddy and would not be spending the day with me. I was a little bummed, but glad she would be with a friend.
The snow was amazing. Temperatures were in the 40ºF range, and the snow was soft. Instead of the long, agressive turns I like to make on fresh corduroy, it was a day of quick, graceful turns that rose from the snow and transcended through my feet, hips, and chest. It was incredible; the conditions were one of the best of the past few years. Instead of simply riding an edge, the snow would pile under the width of the board and stick, providing an almost surf-like experience. It wasn’t fresh pow nirvana, but I was enjoying it nonetheless.
The fog, though, was very thick on most of the mountain. Only at the tops of the Barker Quad and the Locke Mountain Triple did we get above the dense fog layer. The views from above were fantastic, but riding through it was a bit unnerving at times. It was very difficult to see people through the cloud, so we descended with some caution.
In mid-afternoon, Alex and I met up with Skye and her friend Julianne. Skye was doing remarkably well. I was impressed at how well she was doing. It was as if she didn’t just sit out a long off-season.