We skied the Sherburne today. First time this season we have made it out for a fresh snow dump. The base was thin, but the snow was much better than the ice on which I broke my thumb last Sunday at Gunstock. The doctor said, once I had the cast on, it was ok to go skiing.
Isaac wasn’t sure he wanted to skin all the way to the top. Tyson wasn’t sure we would make it. But we did. My parents tried out their new tele/cross-country skis. The scales worked, even on the steeper accents. About half way up, they decided it would be easier if they put their skins on. Tyson tried skinny skins. They gripped more than he wanted. He is going to try a 40mm wide mohair skin next. All this is in preparation for our February trip to a 10th mountain division hut.
Isaac was grinning from ear to ear as soon as we started down. Tyson did more Telemark turns than the rest of us. I chose to be conservative and parallel skied all the steeper drops. Nice soft moguls. My mom was challenged by her softer two buckle boots and one and a half camber skis. My dad and his 70 year old legs used the moguls for jump turns all the way down.
You’ll have to pardon the limited photos for the next few trips. I can’t hold my camera.