The last stash
by Gordon Baker
Submitted on Oct 09, 2012 / 768 views
The last stash
How many times have you arrived at Jay the day after a powder day? This moment occurred on March 2, 2012, a week after the momentous 48" and 48 hours after a 6 to 8" refresh. Can you say... tracked out? At 11 AM I found myself taking a break in a three-tram line, chatting with The Earnest Young Men From Pennsylvania With Really Fat Skis. I had been skiing since the Bonnie opened at 8:30, searching the mountain for untracked snow, and needed a rest. The EYMFPWRFS had just arrived, and were fully decked out in uber fat skis, Go-Pros and bro talk. They had made the classic first-time visitor mistakes: 1) getting to the mountain the day after, and 2) thinking that standing in a three-Tram line for first run at 11 am would somehow get them to the goods. After some chat, they realized that despite my grey hair, I might be able to offer some insight, so quizzed me on the best places to go. I gave out the usual vague advice and suggested all the standard tree runs: Valhalla, Timbuktu and pretty much any wooded place between the marked trails. The best part was the woman with the rental skis, eavesdropping and looking at like we were speaking a foreign language. Mental notes made, they seemed content. I thought to myself, "these guys are in for a surprise." Oh, well, live and learn. They will figure it out. When the Tram docked and the doors opened, I booked out of there as only the last guy on the Tram can do. Following my own advice, I sped down the Vermonter, turned onto a marked trail, followed my nose and found this lovely rabbit hole. Down I went. Jay Peak delivers, as usual.