Often while suspended mid-air, I ponder, what is it with us? Sub-zero cold accompanied by insulting winds swing the chairs we ascend in and cause us to try secure our hoods. Little packets of heat may be inside our gloves but our thumbs still beg for warmth...READ MORE. . .
Skiers and Snowboarders: What is with us?
That Time an Airplane Landed and Took off on Snowball
It was about 6am on a chilly cold morning in the early 1970’s when Gary Black Jr. and I put cross country skis on at the Sugarbush Valley House Base Lodge and began a slow hike up to the top of the Snowball ski trail. Our mission was not to witness another beautiful Vermont sunrise but to witness an event which had never happened at Sugarbush before, or for that matter, maybe a first at any ski area in the North America...READ MORE. . .
You’ll Find Yourself in the Valley
Let’s try something… Stand up from wherever you are reading this from. Now, walk outside the closest door to wherever you are and look around. What do you see? Do you like what you see? I’ll come back to this...READ MORE. . .
60 Years of Sugarbush - Ski Patrol
Sugarbush: Our Home Away from Home
The Gateway Vacation took place in February of 2014. My husband and I were eager to get our three young children started with skiing, with the pipe dream of one day owning a New England mountain property where we would wistfully pass winters swishing first tracks in fresh powder and sipping cocoa and Cabernet...READ MORE. . .
That One Time the Sugarbush Gondola Burned Down
December 16, 1972, everything seemed like a normal beginning of another great day of skiing at Sugarbush. As the Marketing Director I came in around 6:30 in the morning, unlocked the base lodge, checked in by radio with the evening snowcat drivers to get the new snowfall totals and began calling local radio stations with the days updated snow report...READ MORE. . .
Sugarbush: A Love Story
In the midst of my first Vermont winter, I fell in love with a mountain. My affection now borders on obsession...READ MORE. . .
One March weekend after a winter of bad choices (wrong job, wrong relationship, wrong city), I headed to Sugarbush. I joked to my friend that I was taking the slogan “be better here” too literally, hoping for a magic cure-all, a life fix delivered by a ski resort. Sugarbush was MY mountain – I learned to ski on Mt. Ellen, filmed embarrassing home videos in a slopeside condo, threw snowballs from the side of Snowball – I knew these trails better than anything...READ MORE. . .
60 Years of Sugarbush - Après
The Demise of the Double Chair
Resorts advertise improvements to attract the coming season’s skiers. I shudder with dismay each time I see that a double chair is being replaced by a high speed quad. My life would have been very different had it not been for the now old-fashion conveyance at Sugarbush Resort...READ MORE. . .
60 Years of Sugarbush - Ski School
What Sugarbush Means to Me
I was never one who favored the expression, “Love means never having to say you’re sorry.” Wrong. Sometimes you are and you do. The love I have never been sorry about, however, is what I feel for Sugarbush through 41 years of ups and downs...READ MORE. . .