Finding Christmas Spirit in Vermont
We all want snow right now, even if only for a few days. When snow falls in mid December, the child in us that hides as a grownup most of the time, feels safe to emerge, to want to play outside, and look skyward with our own children searching for the magical sleigh. But nowhere […]
If you're on a diet, enter the Vermont Country Store at your own risk.
Credit: Mel Allen
Okemo’s Jackson Gore is praying for fresh snow.
Credit: Mel AllenCredit: Mel Allen Last weekend we visited Okemo Mountain resort in Ludlow, Vermont and left time for a strolling sort of Sunday in Woodstock, about 30 miles away. I have been coming to Okemo since my sons first stood on skis over 20 years ago. It’s a big mountain with a big heart—and has never felt like a super heated resort with its Vermont character stripped away. Last year my son Josh spent his winter on Okemo’s slopes as a ski patrolman and blogged about his experiences. At this same time last year Okemo boasted 50 open trails, and most were corduroy perfect with great base. The weather this year has challenged even the most skilled snow makers. New England skiers know that if there’s going to be snow on a mountain anywhere it will be Okemo, that reputation lets them compete on equal footing with mountains with loftier steeps and even more expansive terrain. But we were looking at 5-9 trails tops, with the infamous New England boiler plate that sets your teeth on edge even if your metal edges are razor sharp.

Tropical waters are just a step away at Jackson Gore.
Credit: Mel AllenCredit: Mel Allen So was the mountain visit a loss? No, no , no. On a near full moon night we swam in an 86 degree outdoor pool, and then sunk into a 95+ degree (my guess) outdoor hot tub. I wasn’t really soothing tired skiing muscles but who would know? Maybe I was soothing my ego since a few hours earlier I had taken two runs on the Timber Ripper (think mountain roller coaster where you control the speed) and while I’d like to say I never touched the hand brake because I wanted to rip full throttle, some nervous tic in my hand must have forced it onto the brake a few times.

Ascending the Timber Ripper.
Credit: Mel AllenCredit: Mel Allen Or maybe I was simply soaking off a few too many “samples” that are always at hand at the Vermont Country Store in Weston.

If you’re on a diet, enter the Vermont Country Store at your own risk.
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brings back fond memories of skiing at Okemo as a child………..great photos and thanks for including me! xo
Lovely reminders of the strength and grace of Vermonters. The bicycle dangling from the tree and the Shaw’s in a tent were very sobering sights, and at the same time it is reassuring to see so many treasures intact — The Woodstock Inn, the covered bridge, Vermont Country Store. Thank you for taking us with you!
Oh, the brilliant blue-sky photos at Okemo and the ride on the Ripper that gave me a thrill, all the color and festivity of the towns’ celebrations, and then…the one lone sign that stopped me short and made me cry. The light and the dark living side by side, as it always does in life. What a beautiful montage of our season, with its joys and travails. Lovely photos, beautiful words…xoxo
I have always wanted to visit Okemo mtn and the woodstock area for more than 25+ years. But you *finally* have gotten me motivated. Thanks Mel!
Dave
Really enjoyed this – photos are beautiful. You have me longing for a Vermont road trip. Loved the hooray for well constructed wood piles!
If there is any state I could live in again it would have to be Vermont. We lived and worked in both Ludlow and Woodstock. My son went to preschool in Weston. It was and still is beautiful and the people are amazing. I loved reading this. Thanks.
Can’t say it any better than those above. Terrific photos, profound thoughts. Thanks for taking us along on your trips.
Nicely done… little seeds for deeper reflection…
I was just in the Vermont Country store and ate my heart out!!
Beautiful pictures, sad times.