Little Resorts That Rock

Posted on | February 13, 2009 | No Comments

I took no pictures to record yesterday’s ever changing light. But imagine a world of snow encrusted trees, as can happen in the North-East woods of Vermont, U.S.A. Then dashes of light, brightening your world of wind and snow outside of Gortex. Then the fog!!! thickening intensively, even so very thick in the middle of the forest where the visibility is fine, blasting down that fine line, you look left and right and see your friends still following, skiing down the ever steepening couloir.

Above, we’d launched ourselves off the work road into supremely deep powder, through wide open glades of Larch trees, conscious of our skis driving deeper as gravity’s pull intensified on the steepening slope towards the push to the valley below. We flew down steeper forested slopes, not even slowing where it got tight in the tight bush, seeing spaces appear behind trees that looked impossible before, lining your body in line with the gaps…

Riding the chair lift with the North wind on your back, hardly seeing them hunkered down on the chair in front of you, behind your goggles- inside.

My favorite little resort, a stone’s throw from Verbier- ROCKS. Another line, just the two of us, Kent amazes me with his ability to find the line as he flies past me, just exiting the couloir long enough to find the spaces above, before plummeting back in and hucking the little cliff band, landing deep below.

This was *it* for me. Skiing with a friend, down lines on intuition alone.

(OK, I gotta show you this picture of my Norwegien friend in the Italian powder of a few days back. Oh yeah! And the very mad girls I was so lucky to ski with in the variable snow before the snows…)

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