It was one year to the day since I’d first skied Big Jay, and now we were back for more. On such an anniversary day, we couldn’t let the opportunity pass us by. In fact, it was the first day Rob and I met Jen, and we’d skied it together. Rob, Jen and I got to the top of the line early in the day, and figured we’d take our time getting down and snap some footage. I think our efforts paid off.
The Jay Cloud was in full effect and we hit the road good and early for first chair on Saturday morning. We scored first tracks on deliverance and found face-shots aplenty throughout the rest of the day. With a few inches of refresher, Sunday was in nearly as good condition as Saturday with well over a foot of fresh over the entire weekend following roughly four feet during the previous week. For day two we hit Big Jay, then made a slightly ill informed attempt at Gilpin, across the street from The Dip. The results…well see for yourself!
Euphoric. Unreal. Ridiculous. Life changing. I’m almost doing our experience a disservice by trying to put this weekend into words. The past three days at Jay have been the best skiing of my life.
It all started Thursday night when Rob and I left Boston and made record time to Jay Peak in search of the forecasted storm. We awoke to disappointment–no snow. Yet. We met up with a few of Rob’s friends, and hit the glades for a typical day at Jay. It was tracked, but good snow. It finally started snowing around noon and by mid afternoon it was puking huge flakes. For our last run, four of us headed for Big Jay where we got some sweet fresh tracks.