Willard emerges abruptly, erupting out of the flats as you approach on NY Route 40, a prominence amid the meandering farmlands 30 miles north of Albany. The suddenness of it is stunning, delivering the sort of skiing-where-no-skiing-should-be sensation common to approaches to the Midwest ski hills from my youth.
It’s a busy place. Even on a Friday and half an hour before the lifts opened, I followed a bunched line of cars edging along the network of narrow backroads accessing the ski area. In the lodge I waited in a line for my ticket, the first time since Hunter’s opening day. It’s also a friendly place, the woman at the counter thanking me profusely for “coming out and joining us” as she handed me a pair of sticky wicket tickets.
The crowds of cars and lines didn’t translate into liftlines. A pair of double chairs rise sharply from the parking lot, and for most of the day the queues sat empty. The vertical drop is 500 feet of true fall line, the Colonel Run charging angrily in a straight shot beneath the chairlifts.
I skied while my daughter slept in the minivan, buried in coats and blankets. She’s 12 and on weekends she stays up all night and sleeps all morning, like I did at the same age. The 5am wake-up calls for skiing have become harder for her to manage. So when we ski she dresses the night before and I wake her right before we leave at 5:30 and she sleeps on the way north and she sleeps after we arrive and she sleeps while I ski.
At these smaller areas, it’s a perfect system: I can see the car from almost anywhere on the mountain and I can get to it in minutes. I spend an hour and a half exploring the mountain, and when she wakes up around 10:30 or 11, I know exactly where to take her.
On this morning it had snowed all night and it was still snowing heavily as I angled straight for Upper Colonel. But the fresh snow hid a crust below. A line of freezing rain earlier in the week had paved the deep base that had accumulated at most upstate ski areas in the previous four or five weeks. Where the mountain had groomed, the fresh snow was manageable, but where they hadn’t groomed it was an exercise in deliberation and experimentation.
I spent half an hour exploring the black diamonds to skier’s right of the summit, a clutch of twisty and interesting runs, many of them blocked with tape. The snow was crusty beneath but deep and skiable with caution and patience. The mountain’s terrain is perfectly divided by ability, with the blues bunched skier’s left off the chairs and one green run looping down and around the mountain from the summit.
When my daughter joined me, we spent the rest of the day alternating between meandering green Bunny Hop and a narrow blue route called Billy O’Neil. Both funneled into Bear Path, a blue-graded glade that is really set on a mild green pitch, a wonderful widely spaced zone where Waverly could amble without fear.
Glades are too often reserved for freewheeling experts, set on impossible angles plunging through cliff-studded forests. More ski areas ought to thin these sorts of un-intimidating practice glades like this one at Willard, a place where kids or anyone developing their skills can grow comfortable with the practice of navigating trees.
Bunny Hop is a wonderful long run, tilting off the summit on a narrow lane that gives way to a broad bowl, where skiers accelerate down a long pitch and ride into infinity, a long stretch charging past the snowmaking pond and looping back around to the front side of the mountain. A meddlesome upslope disrupts this boulevard, a 100-yard stretch that is especially difficult for snowboarders.
The mountain itself is rough and interesting. Grooming is selective, flattening only the main routes down. The rest of the mountain is a medley of bumps and jumps that look as though they were constructed by 14-year-olds with snow shovels. Because of this impromptu terrain-park feel and because of the race programs built on the mountain’s steep front-side, the place is filled with bombers, kids swarming down the incline in huge packs and launching off every bump they can find.
It is the perfect place for kids to ski and explore alone. Everything funnels back to the double chairs. The ski area is small and it skis small, the trailmap exaggerating what feels like half a dozen runs into 20 or so. Which is fine. Willard is a family ski area and small and navigable and that is what a family ski area should be.
The true payoff is at the top of the mountain. Willard has one of the great summits in New York skiing. The pair of doubles dump skiers out onto a tight circular plane that drops sharply into dramatic views of the rolling plateau far below, a white-frosted landscape of knolls and dormant farm fields and barns. A radio tower thrusts off the true summit looker’s left of the lifts. Tucked against this is an angular patrol shack, snow-dusted and weather-worn and cozy.
If you squint hard enough, you may be able to see Mount Snow, 30 miles east as the crow flies, the Epic Pass crowds cluttering its 80 trails and backing its liftlines out to the parking lot. They could have it. On a holiday weekday meandering down the mountain with my daughter, Willard had everything I needed.
Stuart Winchester is the editor of the Storm Skiing Journal and host of the Storm Skiing Podcast.
14 comments on “Willard Mountain: Rising Up”
Man, that’s a cool lookin’ spot!
good call and enjoy all that skiing with your daughter.
I love Willard, just wish it was a little bigger. They get that whole small mountain vibe just right. Cool place.
I bicycled by that mountain many a time when I lived in Saratoga, but never skied it. Awesome road network at it’s base.
Spent many a school ski club night there. Great place. Nice post.
Taught my kids to ski there. Great place for family learning.
Thank you for visiting our hidden gem Stu and Waverly! We hope our lodging accommodations provided Waverly with a restful sleep! Thank you for the blog post Stu!
No doubt a gem Keith.
I am in awe of the cooperation built into “The System.” It is state-of-the-art, taking everyone’s needs into account while maximizing skiing. You just can’t beat it.
Nice one Stu!
For those not familiar with our area, rather than sleeping in your mini van, the closest overnight accommodations are located in Troy or Saratoga, approximately a 25 minute drive from our ski center. There are also several bed and breakfasts in our quaint area.
Dad of the year Stu! Freaking A another blast from the past! Heck yeah it’s a great place for kids, in grade school we used to catch a bus from a neighboring town, Menands I believe on Mondays, skiing there we were on our own, more so then in later high school trips to Gore, so Great to hear that place is still going strong.
So many of these smaller places ski much bigger than their trail map would suggest. I just dropped Willard on my list of places to visit.
They have a great and very affordable ski school too. This is where my kids spent two years after graduating from Maple Ridge. Also a great early Fall used equipment sale that benefits the ski team. Spent many weekends and nights there a few years back and often think about going back for some night skiing.
This is a wonderful family place with a terrific ski school. Great terrain to learn on. My son spent 3 years in the ski school through an incredibly affordable town program that also provided a half day season pass either morning or afternoon, Saturday or Sunday. And while he was in class, there enough territory that I could entertain myself. In normal times, the lodge was a great place to warm up, grab a bite to eat and relax after skiing with an adult beverage. And so close to the Capital Region.
Nice write up that brought back fond memories of when I was in your current family situation. Thanks for sharing.
Willard was where we re-connected w skiing 10 yrs ago. Our son learned there (great ski school) and yes, that little glade is the best. Now at 17 he eats up the woods everywhere he can but always holds a warm spot in his heart at Willard.