I’ve now been able to get out for several ski trips, and this has been an interesting season. I’ve gone to Saddleback for two days, and spent one each at Berkshire East, Jay Peak and Bolton Valley.
It was a bitter cold day on the drive to Saddleback — the temperature hit minus-14 on the car’s dashboard indicator — and the town was deserted. Fortunately, Sarge’s was open for dinner and beer.
The first of two cloudy ski days also was very cold. By the end of it, I was one of the only people left on the mountain. Day 2, a Thursday, was more crowded with what looked like a school ski racing meet and perhaps more incoming visitors, but still a day in which I got my fill of skiing and never had a lift line wait.
About a month later, I hit Bolton Valley just right — a warmer day with full sun — and skied everything until that place, too, was taken over in the evening by a swarm of school kids. It’s a real hidden gem.