Fools Weekend

The last post was done on my phone, with Talk to Text, but it wasn't really as easy as I was thinking it would be. Therefore, it was rather short, but I'll get caught up from that weekend.

So we went to Waterville on Friday, April 1st, and then we drove west across New Hampshire and Vermont to Bolton Valley, VT. The ride was actually kind of cool, especially the crossing from New Hampshire into Vermont. It was a bridge over the Connecticut River that separated Woodsville, NH and Wells River, Vt. If not for the Welcome to Vermont signs, you would have thought you were in the same town, just crossing some little bridge to get to the other side. We also traveled thru protected land in White Mountains National Park, on Route 112, which was kind of like a mini-Kangamangus.

We drove right to the Bolton Valley "resort" as they were having a half off special, so everything from lift tickets to rooms was half off. We had planned to stay with Tom and his family at Cousin Brian's house (which would have been really tight) but Tom cancelled to be with his Dad that weekend, and although we could have stayed with Brian, it would have been slightly weird.

The room we had was a little small, but it was slopeside. Just down a flight of stairs and you could ski, and did we ski. On Friday night, it snowed about 6 inches of fresh, light powder, and when we woke on Saturday morning, it was perfect conditions. In the morning, there were very few skiers. It was foggy, and soooo quiet. We took our first run and the boys were amazed how quiet the snow was. We blasted through some of our favorite trails with the only noise being our laughs and shouts. All of us darted in and out of the glades and tackled the bumps because even if you fell, it was like landing on a feather pillow. We did the terrain parks, tried some super steep glades (hint: stay away from things called Devil's Playground), but the best was Adam's Solitude, a top to bottom run through the woods that we all loved instantly. We ended around 3, and hit the indoor pool for a couple hours, ordered pizza and chilled in the room.

The next day we skied Sugarbush. It started out icy, but softened up nicely once the sun came out. It wasn't busy at all, so we got to ski pretty much the whole mountain in a day. By the end of the day, I was useless on skis, and could only handle trails that were flat and fast. Anything with bumps and I was done for. one trail, Middle Earth, was steep and bumpy, and I must have fallen seven times. The almost 40 year old legs just couldn't turn anymore after three days.

We had a great time, and it would have been great if Tom and the family could have made it as well. But Tom needed to be with his Dad, who passed away only a week later.