Wow! What a blast I had today at Ragged Mountain. I decided that for the rest of the season, I would only go to resorts I've never been to before. Ragged Mountain is less than an hour and a half away, but I never went there because they have a six-person high-speed chair lift and I didn't want to be crammed on with five other snowboarders. But I decided to go midweek, on a day when New Hampshire residents get a big discount, and it wasn't busy at all. The mountain was so much fun because of the recent huge dump of snow on Sunday and Monday. Every trail was well covered, with lots and lots of fresh ungroomed powder every where. Every trip down the trails I always had untouched groomed (corduroy) lines to take, or barely-touched powder. I wish I had endless energy so I could have stayed all day long.
They also have a slow triple chair lift to an adjacent mountain of trails, which I took for my first run of the day. Not a single other person was on the chairlift or the mountain when I went up at 9am. I had everything to myself. They have a great cruiser, Flying Yankee, and I rode down this trail and it was super. Then I headed over to the high-speed lift on the other mountain because I was anxious to check out their glades, moguls and terrain parks. My first run down, I went toward the terrain park. It had an 'all-natural' park along side the regular features, which consisted of trees made into flat boxes and a-frames. Normally, I would ride alongside all of the features to see what they have, before attempting to try any of them, but I was just jumping off of all the kickers and I saw this big ramp and decided to "go for it" blindly. Fortunately, I was able to slam on the brakes about an eight of an inch before the ramp ended, because it dropped down, straight vertically, over eight feet, and that's too big of drop for me to absorb. They had built a series of bigger and bigger stone walls/cliffs, and built ramps to the tops of them. This was actually the smallest of the three! So, fortunately, no one was behind me and I sat myself down the side of the jump, and slid down on my bum like a slide.
That was actually it for me in the terrain park today because the rest of the trails were too awesome. The next run I headed down a beautiful glade - a trail that is in the woods and is made up entirely of moguls/bumps around closely-spaced trees. This one was not too steep, and again I had it to myself and took my time weaving my way from bump to bump, between the trees. There was so much powder it was easy to do. Then, I found this narrow black diamond run that was entirely powdery bumps from the top of the mountain to the bottom. That is just about my favorite type of run. After that, I rode the black diamond main trail running under the six-person lift. It was fun to just carve my turns from the top to the bottom at a fairly high speed.
After this solitary set of runs, a 25-year-old snowboarder went out of his way to get on my chair lift and he was asking me all kinds of questions the whole ride up. He was very nice, seemed like a local kid, and talked about how fast he flies down the mountain, and that he used to work here and in Aspen. We went our separate ways, but the next time up on the chair lift, there he is again, as well as another 22-year-old snowboarder that didn't know him either. The other guy was out for the second time in six years and was asking us which trails to take. So, the three of us ended up heading down the black diamond main trail together, racing each other, and we all finished at the same time! Yep, that's right. I'm twice their age and they had nothing on me. That trail was really in amazing shape and so easy to fly down. We rode up again, and we went down that black diamond mogul run together. That was crazy. I hit more air than I have all season. It's funny what a little competition will do. Earlier in the day on that run, I had caught my toe edge and did a complete somersault over the moguls and ended up with snow packed in my helmet, and in every corner of my clothes. The older guy did the same thing on this run, only he wasn't wearing a helmet. He was a little stunned but popped right back up when I tore past him, leaving a huge spray of snow on him as he sat there.
But alas, I am as old as I am, and all of that effort simply drained me. I went on a few more runs and then called it a day, my thighs burning, my elbows hurting from my somersault, and my neck sore as well. I would have to say that was the best outing of the year; I only hope we keep getting more snow so I can keep seeking a better day.