When we saw Mark summit at the mighty Cliff House, we had a nice view as he
emerged half wet, half ice, from the high tech snow gun barrage he had
valiantly slogged through. Upon closer inspection, I would say his dripping
wet "well seasoned" gear might, just might, under proper heat and humidity,
reek. Adding to this, his middle age white male office drone beer farts, and
no wonder he was encouraged to the basement.
His kind belong there.



On Mon, 17 Dec 2012 14:34:45 -0800, Mark P. Renson <[log in to unmask]>
wrote:

>Yup, I headed up at about 9:30AM skinning on the closed Gondolier, finding
a sliver of about 1" of crusty snow on the climber's left.� Snow depths
increased and widened and on the upper mountain, I ran the gauntlet of
snowmaking at a roughly 1600+ verts per hour pace before going climbers
right and putting on some harscheins for more traction.� This also meant the
bottoms of my boards glopped up more frequently which crushed my ascent
time, but whatever - I'm really a 1300-1400 verts per hour guy, anyway.� At
the mighty summit, I ran into JJ, ScottB, ScottD and HillaryD all
valiantly�keeping the faith subsisting this season-to-date on Quarter
Pounders and patiently awaiting the day when they can�drop into a
hole-in-the-wall in Point Judith or Gloucester or Eastport and sit down for
a nice overstuffed lobster roll. 
�
I descended PM halfway and went exploring the climber's left, finding
reasonable and nice natural coverage and heeding the edict to not skin on
open trails.� In the mid afternoon, I wanted to stop to eat my lunch/snacks
(Blue Diamond flavored almonds and sausage with Hammer Gel as a back up
...... Montana Huckleberry is the best of their flavors) and to dry my
clothes which were damp from running the gauntlet.� So, with my pack on and
folded skins in hand, I went to the lovely cafeteria at the top where the
gondola terminates.� Uh-oh, trouble was ahead.� I peeked in and saw dainty
tablecloths and associated napkins and fine glassware & silverware�and other
overpriced yuppie crap that causes insecure yuppies seeking upward social
status to get in over their heads in credit card debt (at least they looked
good doing that).� But, I had to go for it, anyway.� So, inside I went and
was greeted by the friendly customer service oriented lasses (polite
> customer service and civility should not cost anyone a dime) and they
asked if I could be seated.� Smelling potential danger there, I said "ummmm,
duh, this looks like a pretty hoity-toity scene" to which I was given a nice
chirpy enthusiastic "it's sit down service!" to which I responded with "duh,
umm, I just wanna eat my own lunch that I brought along, but I suspect
that's illegal here and that I'll get busted by The Lunch Narcs" to which I
was told that there was a warming hut downstairs to which I responded with
"errr, ummm, OK so I'll head down to this�dungeon downstairs".� So, I sat on
the one of 2 picnic tables Stowe was nice enough to set up by a drafty
closed door and a heater so I could dry some stuff and also rap with the ski
patrol.� We discussed skiing/skinning and I respected the jacket and
mentioned that I was following the new directives to skin on the closed
trails and they mentioned that someone got hurt in a collision while
> ascending on an open trail last week.

I finished off with a run down PM, but not before stopping to make one more
short ascent up High Road�'cuz it looked so nice and was closed before I put
my edging skills learned from Terry Barbour to use down to the parking lot.�
There I kicked back on the tailgate of my truck and downed an Ipswich IPA.�
$teaux still has yet to get a dime from me and again I performed a service
for them by skier packing their natural trails and warming up their summit
shelter with my B.O. and farts.

As their marketing used to say back in the 1980s: "Stowe, The Ski Capital of
The East.� PERIOD."
�
Mark P. Renson 


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From: JJ <[log in to unmask]>
To: [log in to unmask] 
Sent: Monday, December 17, 2012 11:22 AM
Subject: [SKIVT-L] three days in a row...

have been spent skiing.
Highlights:

--ripping down Nosedive at Mach 1, over and over on new skis (and almost
keeping up with Christian P, one of the fastest rippers on the hill)

--Dressing in a red coat and green wool pants to duplicate a Christmas ornament

--finding my way into the hot tub opposite the front four (nice view!)

--Seeing Mark R. bravely skin into a heavy, loud snow-gun barrage as we rode
the Gondola above him (how are you hearing today, Mark?)

--Discovering the new cheap lunch deal in Stowe--3 tacos, free chips and
salsa, and a PBR for six bucks

--Becoming a volunteer employee-- complete with the right to give
directions, help struggling beginners, and point out interesting aspects of
the ski area.

It is good to be king!

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