Springtime in New England. Is there any season that is more alluring, and more perplexing, for skiers?
Depending on Mother Nature’s whims, and often where in the Northeast you find yourself, you might get boilerplate, you might get granular, you might get fresh powder, you might get mashed potatoes. And those conditions can change from day to day, and even hour to hour. Oftentimes, you’ll get a mix with each turn.
For me, and many other skiers and snowboarders, this is the biggest challenge to skiing, particularly in New England. The varied and variable conditions are the true test of mind and body. They are, I think, the reason why people believe, “If you can ski New England, you can ski anywhere.”
It’s not unusual for me to be linking turns on groomed granular when I suddenly hit an icy patch, and my form (and composure) completely falls apart. I get upright, I get tense, I lean back — everything you’re not supposed to do.