alpine skiing 2:27:42  23.74 km (6:13 / km) +3801m 3:27 / km
Loon, by myself. Nancy skipped work Friday morning to ski because she had to work Saturday, so I was on my own. Can't remember ever having gone downhill skiing alone before (except once when I was a kid and the neighbors I babysat for brought me but left me to ski on my own). I originally planned to go to Stratton, but the forecast there was to switch to rain, so I opted for a spot further north where it would remain as snow until at least late afternoon, and I believe I made the right choice. Hit the road early and arrived at the mountain just after 8 AM, and I lucked out and got the last parking spot in the main lot, which put me steps away from the ticket office and lift.
Nine runs before lunch, taking the opportunity to do the steep bump runs and glades that Nancy would not be interested in. My thighs felt tired and sore from the first run. Seemed like they didn't do much grooming, as there were even moguls on the blue trails. Very little waiting in lift lines as I was using the singles aisle. Light snow much of the day.
alpine skiing 2:54:32  30.39 km (5:45 / km) +4241m 3:23 / km
After some chili and hot chocolate, it was back to the slopes for as long as I could take it. Nine more runs, though this being Loon, two of the runs almost don't qualify because I count by lift rides, and the Tote Road lift is actually a horizontal transport to South Peak and back.
More of the same, plus one unintended adventure when I was heading down Boom Run and saw some tracks heading into the woods. There was a sign on a tree, and I couldn't read some of it, but one line said something like "enjoy some gentle downhill gliding". It appeared to be an old cart path that looked like it would probably connect back to Jobber, so I took it. For a while it did what I expected, but then it went uphill a bit, and the track stopped because the previous skiers had made a right and gone through the trees. Following suit looked like a bad move because that was Warren Miller territory and I was alone, so it would take a long time to find my body. Instead, I pressed forward, breaking trail through a foot of powder, with my poles not bottoming out. Took about 12 minutes to slog through that and get back out to a ski trail, but it will be easier going for the next dunce to follow my tracks.
It got pretty warm, up close to freezing (in the parking lot, anyway), but North Peak was in cloud. After one last woods run, I decided I'd had enough and the next run would be my last. Back to the car and on the road by 2:30 before any rain hit.