Since moving to Vermont full time in 2005, my time on the slopes has been on weekdays when I was fortunate to take a few hours without the crowds and get in a half dozen runs by 10:30 in the morning. As a real estate agent selling vacation homes, most of my weekends and holidays were all work and little play.
However, I am in a new role now and I rarely get time off during the week to ski. But this season, I have been “forced” to join my friends, family and clients to ski and ride at Mount Snow with the masses. And, I have to admit that it has been awesome. In my opinion, and the opinion of so many I met on the lifts, Mount Snow does an amazing job in all aspects of their operations. I skied on a rainy day over Christmas with my nephews and though the mountain appeared barren of snow, there was enough to keep us entertained for several hours and while the Bluebird lift kept us mostly dry.
Over New Year’s weekend, my friend checked her daughter into snowboard school. It was my first time at the Discovery Center and I stood and watched in amazement how the staff welcomed and moved what seemed like a thousand kids through the process seemingly efficiently with smiles on their face.
I was back at the mountain again over Martin Luther King weekend amazed at how good the conditions were in spite of a lack of real snow. I experienced my first holiday weekend at Cuzzins with Bruce Jacques playing to a packed house with happy people literally dancing on the tables.… Crazy and definitely memorable. I dined at most of the establishments at the mountain including the newly remodeled Bull Wheel at the summit and found the food far superior to most resort food. President’s Week was phenomenal and from an outsiders perspective seemed to have record numbers of visitors. The energy at the mountain, and around town, was palpable. Admittedly, Mother Nature helped to make it so but I still give huge kudos to the staff at Mount Snow who put all the pieces together to insure an exceptional experience for their visitors. On Sunday, the last day of what had to be an exhausting holiday for all, those with the Mount Snow nametags were still smiling. As am I.