The Day Jay Peak Got+ Feet of Snow
By Andrew, on Thu, Aug 16, 2012
Part 3 of 4: Kristen's wild weekend adventure snowed in at Jay Peak
by Kristen Fiocco (in her words) on February 26, 2012
Catch the full story:
Part 1: The Day Jay Peak Got 4+ Feet of Snow
Part 2: The Day Jay Peak Got 4+ Feet of Snow
We we got to the condo, there were some new dudes hanging out who had been skiing/riding that day too. At this point, I started missing my boyfriend and just wanted to go home. I was nervous, scared to drive in the mess outside, and didn’t know what would happen if we couldn’t get home. I was tired from skiing all day, my clothes and socks were soaking wet. My hair was a big, messy knot, and I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. I had that awkward girl feeling like even if I am freaking out, I don’t want to express it and be a bummer, so I just tried to keep going with the flow. Andrew eventually got in touch with someone at Jay, who told us that the bus would be stuck until about 10:30 PM. Now, on the inside, I was really starting to freak the fuck out because it was STILL PUKING OUTSIDE!
However, then a little miracle happened. There was sauna in the condo, and we went in the sauna. Then suddenly I felt okay. I was relaxed, loving everything, felt like whatever will happen will be okay. It is just the way it will be. In our sauna warp, we decided we would need to stay the night at Jay, but weren’t sure where yet. I called my boyfriend Tanner, who I had been trying to keep in the loop on what was happening, and told him, “we need to stay here tonight because the road will be closed so late but it’s okay! I took a sauna, and I’m at peace with staying here tonight.”
I didn’t even think that I only had the clothes on my back, my purse, no toothbrush, anything. It was just the way it was.
I got word that we’d be staying at Andrew’s lovely, kind, beautiful girlfriend’s apartment that night, which was beyond the dip on 242 that the bus got stuck on. At 10:30 we headed out. Andrew went first, Ryan and I followed. On our ways up the hill following Andrew, we saw his car gradually start to slow down, then saw more exhaust, then finally started to smell his tires, then his car stopped and couldn’t go any further. Meanwhile, I’m pretty sure it was snowing harder at this point when we were stuck about 3/4 up the hill in the dip on our way to Montgomery.
Ryan got out and pushed his car around in a 3 point turn fashion. It was actually pretty amazing to do, in the dark, in the snow, on a steep hill. Once the front of his car was facing downhill again, Ryan came back to his car and tried to turn it around, no sooner than Andrew’s car started to creep towards ours. For what seemed like a few tense minutes, Ryan drove down the hill in reverse as Andrew’s car kept creeping sliding towards ours. Andrew’s car finally stopped for enough time for Ryan to turn his around, and we drove back to stateside parking lot, ditched Andrew’s car, and we all got in Ryan’s amazing Subaru which took us to Montgomery where we’d be sleeping. Finally. At around 11:50 we pulled up. After we saw some cars camping out on the top of the dip, in tents no less.
We walked in to what must be the cutest apartment in the world, and there was already a little mattress made up for one of us in the living room by the door. I just wanted to collapse on it right then, but I went to use the bathroom and saw that there were two cats living in the place. I am pretty much very allergic to cats, but was already in survival mode at this point. I told myself not to verbalize my allergies to anyone, and to not be afraid of the cats or deliberately avoid them, but not touch them either. Basically, it was still snowing hard, there was no where else to go, even if there way the roads were too treacherous to get there, so these cats better not give me an asthma attack. I had the idea to psychologically cure my cat allergies just for that night in order to get by.
And it worked believe it or not! In the morning I just had a runny nose and a cough, but no shortness of breath OR hives. It was pretty amazing, I was stoked my plan worked.
THEN: morning, day 2. My boyfriend offered to pick me up from Jay that morning since he must have been able to tell that I was freaked out by getting stranded up there. However, one look out the window and I knew I had to stay. It honestly just wasn’t even a valid option to not ski that day. I was still in yesterday clothes, didn’t brush my teeth, didn’t comb my hair, and I was out to ski that powder because the sun was shining and the skies were blue and the landscape was white...
To Be Continued: Tune in next week for the blue sky, powder-filled final chapter of Kristen's adventure. It's very rewarding.