Sherburne Ski Trail 1/11

NHpowderhound

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Well I know it's a little late but here it is. <BR>Watched the Pats do thier thing saturday night and packed up for sunday.The plan was Gulf of Slides ski trail or Sherburne.I really wanted to hit GOS but after my hiking partner call Pinkham Notch and got a report of rocks and stumps on both trails,he expressed a great desire to not board(he's a boarder,dont hold it against him).So I said no problem,we'll bring Swiss-bob sleds and do the Sherby. <BR>I was getting ready for bed when the phone rang(12:15am)."Are you going to be mad if I cancel for tomorrow?"was the profane statement I heard coming from the other end.I replied with a "no" which obviously meant yes by my tone of voice.That Pi$$e$ me off.We were supposed to go saturday but he didnt want to go because of the cold.No big deal,we rescheduled for the next day.But to cancel 5 hours befor i'm supposed to pick him up?!That's why I mostly ski alone.People arent reliable.So... <BR>I hit PNC about 10:30am after sleeping in a bit.Temps in the lot were a very comfortable 15 with light wind.I diddnt have a partner so I hit the Sherburne with skis and skins.I skinned up to the Boot Spur junction in death cookie conditions created by the snowcat when I decide the conditions to be deplorable.I skied down the frozen wasteland,changed my medium of sliding to a Swiss-bob and hit the Tucks trail.A good choice as conditions were death cookies,ice(frozen cattraxx) windscoured ice and rock on the ski trail.A little snow will make things more bearable but a couple feet is really need for any long term improvement. <BR>I have a new enemy.The Snowcat at Pinkham Notch.I know it packs down the snow which makes for a longer season,but damn!Do they have to run the gosh darn thing over every inch of fresh snow that falls?Why cant they use more snomobiles and just run one side?If it wasnt for the frozen cattraxx I think the skiing would be marginal instead of bone rattling bad. <BR>((* <BR>*))NHPH
 
I agree about that snowcat. I was up there the week previous and it had chewed up half the trail. Up top, my phat skis seemed to like the marbles and life was grand, but halfway down the chunks got bigger. After getting tossed by a bowling ball or two, I decided to stick to the hardpack and ice. Maybe they'll wise up and beat up the Tuck's trail instead when the hordes decend in March.
 
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