All Forward! The urgency was noticeable in our boat guide’s voice. Two More! Paddling from the bow my first stroke waved in the air, and my second stroke never had a chance.
The wave crashed me to the floor of the raft. We shot out the backside of the rapid, paddles raised, everyone still aboard. High Five!
In the morning energy was high at Square Eddy Expeditions, full of handshakes and hugs. Lori and Linc greeting everyone with their infectious upbeat personalities. “Going to be FUN today, this river is going BIG!”
“Man it’s raining outside. What the hell is wrong is wrong with you? Are you stupid?” I’ve heard people say that a lot over the years.
Luckily, skiing by myself bothers me even less then skiing in imperfect conditions. The ski season in the northeast is short; if I can get away and the mountains open, I want to be making turn. I don’t really understand skiers who don’t feel the same way.
That’s why, on a Sunday in late March, I found myself parking my car at Hunter in the midst of a cold 34 degree drizzle. I booted up in the car, pulled on my Gore-tex and headed for the lift. I got two or three good runs in before it really started raining hard.
Snow-starved times call for desperate measures to get one’s ski fix. On a recent spring weekend, I day-tripped to North Creek Ski Bowl to get my fair share of abuse. The year season turned around for the metro area and points north. But on this weekend other options were closed, from the mid-February thaw.
The North Creek Ski Bowl is 40 miles further from my home than my go-to day trip destination, Prospect Mt in VT.
Last year in the miserable 2015-2016-ski season, the Ski Bowl pretty much saved New York cross-country ski racing. ORDA laid out a serpentine — some might have called it Mickey Mouse — course winding around and turning back in on itself, uphill separated from downhill by surveyor’s tape and prayer. Not unlike a cyclocross.