I awoke around 7a.m. Wednesday, tucked away in a back corner of Boltons parking lot. Things were looking grey, but conditions seemed good other than that. I picked the best parking space I could find and ate breakfast while I waited for the lodge to open up for the day. Once a few employees wandered past, I followed, happy to find a nice warm fireplace to dry my boots and warm myself up after a night of sleeping in the car.
I got my ticket, and continued lounging about the lodge, in no hurry to get going as Bolton has night skiing, so I knew I had plenty of time. As I lounged about, I overheard another skier ask why the Wilderness and Timberline chairs were closed. I did not even notice this. The woman at the desk informed us that during the week, Bolton Valley only opens the 'main' peak, and leaves the other two closed. A little ridiculous when you consider that with those two lifts closed, about half of their terrain is un-skiable. Not a great way to start the day, especially when I thought about the fact that I could have come here on a weekend if I had known about that. That fact should probably be made much, MUCH more clear on their website. About half past nine, I wandered my way out to the main lift to the summit. Although it is a quad, it is not detachable, so the ride up is fairly slow. I got my standard fare of pictures at the summit, and headed off.
With half the mountain closed, I did not need any sort of plan of attack to get down every trail by the end of the day. I just kind of wandered off the summit, and into the first glade I found. After skiing all day at Mad River Glen, most of the glades here seemed like a walk in the park. I kept making right turns until I ended up way over near the base of the Wilderness lift, requiring a bit of a hike to make it back to the quad. I found my way onto a trail named 'Cobrass' a few runs later, and I have to say, it takes a very windy, fast trail to make me notice a groomer. This thing ran like mad, ducking and weaving down the mountain. It was a hell of a good time. Conditions were great too, freshly groomed packed powder lead to easy high speed carves everywhere. The next run I found my way onto a double-black called 'Preacher'. Again, going from MRG to here made this double black seem like a blue when yesterday I was struggling to stay standing on 'Paridise'. It was however still a fun trail. It gave off a very single-track like vibe that a mountain bike trail would have. Twisting and turning through the forest with lots of natural jumps resulting in fun little gaps everywhere.
Upon inspecting the map, I realized that the woods on both sides of 'Preacher were labeled as glades. I booked it back up and went into the 'Devil's Playground' glades and had a pretty good time. They were pretty steep and not too tight. It definitely took some time to get down them. After popping out at the bottom of them, I again hot-lapped my way back to the top, this time eager to drop into the 'Cobrass Woods'. Well, it turns out I was a little too eager, as what I thought was the entrance to them turns out to be one of the locals secret trails. I found out later they refer to it as 'Jacobs Ladder' and I understand why. I found myself standing alone in the woods atop a series of step-downs over boulders. It was more than doable, but I do understand why it is not within the marked glades. Getting down the last drop took a little coaxing to do. If only I had my flask on me.
After finally getting down and through, I continued aimlessly exploring the mountain. Bolton Valley is a nice place, but I really regret not going on a weekend when the other two peaks are open for business. There were very few people there most of the day, and I wonder if there are few people because they only have half the terrain open, or only half the terrain is open because they have so few people. By afternoon however I was wishing for fewer people, as several school groups rolled in, and loud and obnoxious middle-schoolers filled the hill.
After lunch, I decided the rest of the day would be a park day. It has been far too long since I had a good park day, and Bolton's parks, although fairly small, were more than enough to hold my interest from about noon time to 5:30 or 6 p.m. when I retired to the bar for the night.
Bolton currently has two parks set up, and while one is definitely larger than the other, I would put them both in the small-to-medium progression park category. This was perfect for me. I started out in the park on 'Jungle Jib'. It only had 6 or so features on it, and you could only ever really hit 2-3 in one run depending on your line, but I still had a good time. I was absolutely slaying their long flat rail, and by the end of the day I was nailing their weird propane-tank/rail-hybrid.
After tiring of hiking/lapping the smaller park, I moved onto the larger one. Located in 'The Grom Park', it is clearly their primary park. I managed to capture almost every feature in the park in a single picture, which is nice because its easy to post!
There were a couple of snowboarders who would lap through occasionally, but for most of the day, I had both parks to myself. Its nice to have a quiet park day to help ones progression, and by the end of the day there were only two features left on the mountain I had not hit. I was particularly pleased with my work on side-entry rails, as I managed to get on, and down one without overshooting for the first time. Low rails do wonders for ones confidence.
Random wall-ride I found on the complete opposite side of the mountain from the parks, all alone. |
As I said earlier, around 6 I retired for the evening to the bar. Having had an excellent 5-6 hour park session I was a hungry man. I had an excellent, and reasonably price dinner, along with some drinks, and tried to tune out the children that were running around the BAR while reading my book. They have a nice little bar at Bolton, but I will never understand places that allow children in the main bar when there is a restaurant in the very next room. After I grew tired of the children playing tag, I got back in my car and drove to my hidden little spot in the back of their parking lot. Stowe told me I was not allowed to sleep over night in their lot, so I just stayed right where I was. I do not understand why a mountain would care if someone slept in their lot, especially when ski areas have so much parking that no one is using at night. I bedded down, with all the blankets I could find as the forecasted temperature for the night was 15 below zero.
Will I survive? Will I freeze to death? Tune in soon for the third part of my 3 day tour around northern Vermont!
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