Thank You Santa, snow gods, Ullr, whomever brought this winter weather. Every Christmas I ask for snow and often my wish for White Christmas does not get delivered. Just prior to the holiday, my son called from Big Sky Montana, where he teaches skiing, and downplayed how great the skiing was. Still I could sense in his voice exhaustion and endorphins from skiing deep snow. A mother knows. And he knows me well, that's why he didn't want me to be envious of his ample snow situation so he used words like "really good coverage." Maybe he was scared I would jump on a plane and invade his college apartment for some serious Montana snow.
But then my wishes were answered. Since Christmas, it has been snowing in the New England mountains consistently. Ski resorts have seen storm after storm and their trail counts are climbing toward 100%. See the snow reports.
Sugarloaf shines with the most terrain open so far, 1067 acres of their 1,156. With four feet of fresh snow in the past two weeks, The Loaf has been able to open even their side country terrain of Brackett Basin and the Eastern Territory - which is entirely natural snow reliant glades. The forecast is for cold temps this week, ok- that's the good with the bad I suppose, so the snow will stay squeaky, dry and very ski-able.
This is just what ski resorts in Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont and Mass deserve after last winter's disappointing snow fall. Skiers and riders have to be stoked to ski on soft, silky natural snow with that reliable manmade base underneath - which resorts made prior to the holiday as assurance (last year serving as a lesson to stockpile snow when you can).
So if you are a snow lover and skier like me, I know you share in the excitement for a "real winter." If not, and you are already tired of shoveling this winter, I apologize that my Christmas wish was delivered to your driveway. Next year I will try to be more specific with GPS coordinates to pinpoint where I would like my snowy wish delivered.
See you on the slopes.
Sugarloaf Brackett Basin photo by Greg Burke