A New Beginning At Belleayre

On the drive up the Thruway Saturday morning for my inaugural ski day of the 2012-13 season in the northeast, I thought about the endless discussions in the NY Ski Forums about ORDA taking over the management of Belleayre, the state-run ski area in the western Catskills.

During the off-season, I’d read threads arguing the pros and cons of such issues as free skiing for seniors, the extensive ticket discounts and giveaways of years past, and the number of employees per skier visit. I’d also heard glowing reports from a couple longtime employees who were ecstatic about ORDA’s efforts to transform Belleayre into a fiscally prudent ski area. However, with up to a half foot of new snow in the forecast for the day, my immediate concern was less about ski-area politics and more about getting on the hill as soon as possible.

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NY Ski Magazine: Québec’s Laurentians

Last winter, I completed my tour of Québec’s three ski regions with a five-day visit to the Laurentians, an hour northwest of Montréal.

Tremblant Village, Quebec Laurentians
Tremblant Village

Due to the fact that the offerings there comprise an extremely popular full-service resort along with a dozen or so local hills (all 1,000 vertical feet or less), the Laurentians tend to get less attention from south-of-the-border skiers than the Eastern Townships and the mountains north of Quebec City, and understandably so.

That said, if you can put your usual expectations aside, it’s an interesting trip that mixes large and small: fun off-the-beaten-path hills, cute villages, great food, friendly locals, along with a couple days in the second biggest French-speaking city in the world, if you’re so inclined…

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Québec’s Laurentians: The Autoroute-15 Ski Corridor

Bretton Woods, NH: A Walk on the Mild Side

Practically since the moment we arrived in New Hampshire for our four-day whirlwind tour of the White Mountains, everyone’s eyes were at least intermittently glued to weather sites about a potential storm for later in the week.

After returning from dinner every evening, our suite at the Attitash Grand Summit transformed into a meteorological war room, with everyone comparing wildly divergent forecasts.

Wednesday afternoon, I called Jason and demanded a final call for the storm. He confidently predicted that we’d get six to eight inches. Although it wasn’t the monster dump that we were dreaming of, in this less than stellar winter, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

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