I was back East for a few days, and decided the trip wouldn’t be complete without some skiing. Though NE had been without new snow for over a week, we thought we’d have a go at Lincoln’s Throat, even though we couldn’t find much beta as to its current condition.
Who says you can’t get any faceshots just because there’s no snow on the ground? In search of thrills, some variety to our exercise routine, and some fall foliage, Kelly and I set out for the Androscoggin River for some entry-level white-water, and autumn kayak camping. Turns out we missed the foliage by about a week that far north, but the thrills and exercise were found in good supply.
Part 2 of Nemo at Wildcat! Due to limited goPro juice, the footage only shows the first few hours of the day, although the best snow at the resort was in the morning. As usual, some great turns never made it on film, but I was psyched just to have a reason to use my new toy.
While many New Englanders hunkered down and prepared for the worst, there were those among us who geared up and prepared for the best…
…well at least the best we’ve had in a while. All the hype surrounding Nemo gave us hope that at least the resort skiing scene would get back on track, and in many ways it did. The storm tracked further south than would have been preferred by some skiers, but pockets of the North received a healthy dose of our favorite natural resource. Determined not to miss a single ounce of the precious stuff, and not to be marooned in the soon to be paralyzed Boston, we hit the road at the crack of dawn Friday morning.