Awesome Ben. A day spent with Bruno & K at Stowe is always a very good
thing. I spent the day touring within the relative vicinity of Stowe and
will echo your sentiment that the snow was surprisingly excellent. It was
an A+ day.

On Mon, Mar 16, 2015 at 12:29 PM, Caveat Lector <[log in to unmask]>

> The downside of my dream job is that I teach Saturday mornings, which cuts
> into skiing. But I'm on my March break. Plans for Wednesday with a friend
> from work, A., fell through, moved back to Sunday. Originally, I had
> planned on introducing him to Mad River. But intelligence reports suggested
> nay. With the forecast for rain/sleet/snow, I figured the best chance for
> the most snow would be Stowe.
> As the grey of a stormy dawn fought away the blackness, I loaded my Pious
> and headed down to the pond. The hull of the overturned launch lying on the
> dock that earlier in the season had served as a bench for lacing up skates
> was just beginning to emerge from the ice. And crew season begins in one
> week! I trudged up back to the front of my dorm as I saw my friend and
> colleague A. pull up. After laying his skis on top of mine, we headed off
> through the wastelands of New Hampshire to the promised land. We
> encountered little if any rain and by the time we arrived at the parking
> lot, we had been driving through snow and wind for some miles.
> A. purchased his ticket, and I headed down to the chamber of porcelain
> alters, which needed some watering. Then I figured, why not check and see
> who's in town. The first name I came upon in my $15 prepaid fliphone's
> address book: Bruno. He picked up. "Hey, Bruno. It's Ben K." "Yea?" "Are
> you & K. by any chance at Stowe today?" "I might be at the bottom of the
> gondi. Why?" "Great, we're just below the quad"...A wait for the
> wind-slowed quad and a quick run down Nosedive later, and there were those
> bright orange jacket and pants, followed by Bruno's darker form. I
> introduced A. to them, and we headed up the gondola.
> I can't ever recall skiing a trail with Bruno, so why start now? We headed
> off into the dangerous wilds beyond the bounds. The traverse out seemed
> quick enough and we pushed beyond the spongy cake to untracked lines. Bruno
> mentioned something about there being a question, and the only question I
> could think of was, who was going to get first tracks down that sweet line.
> I answered selfishly. But, truthfully, there was plenty for everyone. And
> the snow kept on falling. So, after a quick change into less insulated
> layers (I've found that, at Stowe and Mad River, unless it's down near
> zero, a midweight baselayer and my shell are sufficient--any more is too
> hot), and we headed back for more.
> Our cohabitants in the gondola revealed they were headed in the same
> direction. Indeed, the safety stop was crowded full. At some point along
> the way, one of us said to a random man, "go ahead." He replied, "No, I'm
> following you." Enter Emile. Emile is from New York. Emile had read a Ski
> Magazine article that the locals at the safety stop had been hctibing about
> as being responsible for the crowds. He proudly pulled it out of his
> jacket. It showed everything. And apparently had written descriptions, too.
> Emile had come up from The City. Because of this article. His plan was to
> follow others into the woods. TEO, can't you reign in Joey Tucks?!
> It wasn't a marital spat, but K. said, "Let's ditch him." Bruno replied
> that it wouldn't be responsible, now that we were far out, to leave him
> alone. And Emile could ski well enough. And although he was a walking,
> talking New York stereotype, he was nice, and frankly, if I put myself in
> his shoes, can I blame him? As we headed over to the Octagon for lunch, he
> asked for parting advice. We encouraged him, since he was alone, to stick
> by the trails--plenty good woods to explore. Hiking up above the lifts
> alone wasn't wise with no visibility and no knowledge of the routes down.
> After our late lunch, we sampled the delightful glades above and beside
> diverse trails. The snow was good, even deep in places, and in spite of Ski
> Magazine, plenty remained untracked. It was great to ski with Bruno & K.
> and to (re-)introduce A. to Stowe. Originally from the East, A. had spent
> years teaching and skiing abroad, most recently in the Alps. Before that,
> in Turkey. Who knew the Turks ski? Turns out, they don't. They just take
> the lift up and down and then brag to their friends that they spent the
> weekend skiing.
> May the gods of Vermont weather continue to surprise us with good fortune!
> --caveat lector
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