Schuss Forest; Schuss!!
When the blackout dates arrive for season-pass holders, that can only mean one thing: it’s time to schuss forest (if it’s ready). This Christmas Week, skiers in the northeast have been gifted some of the best December snow conditions seen in recent memories, and this snow has also given an early blanket of coverage to our hardwood forests. Indeed, for almost two weeks there have been nearly daily fallings of snow, and it has been piling up over stumps and streams and other hazards. Looking to avoid some crowds, and check out some new zones we have had our eye on for a few years, we grabbed our GPS, and headed off into the woods. All involved were happy to schwack their way into some new territory and hopefully schuss forest; schuss!
Following some rough outline of a “plan” we had concocted the night before, we skinned several miles up an old logging road though bitter cold air, and then turned into the thicket on as much of a guess as it was a choice. We pushed and pulled our way through the forest until it opened up a little bit. Then it opened up a little bit more; then a-lotta-bit more. Smiles started to grow broader commensurate with the girth of the trees.
Hey ladies and gents: where you going?
I got no response. Then I remembered: none of us knew where we were going. Indeed, the day was as much about the exploration, and wandering around in the woods as it was about the skiing.
Despite the low bar we had set in order to describe the day a success, as it turned out, our “Spidey Senses” were pretty finely tuned, and we happened upon some of the nicest forests to schuss I’ve seen in a few years.
The weatherman went first with his face wrapped up like a thug. Stylin’ bro!
Then came the Curmudgeon.
It’s hard to be the Curmudgeon when you pop a roller into a pocket of pow like this:
We see that smile on your face… don’t try to hide it Curmudgeon.
The glades were skiing excellently. There were still a few stumps and downfall to contend with, but it was nothing that a little sitting-back couldn’t get you over. When we got down to where the forest changed to a schwacky-nightmare, the decision was unanimous: we needed to take another lap! Skins were re-applied, and we went out to see if we could find a new zone.
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