From left: Carleen, Ellen, Pete, Nancy, Helgard, Elizabeth, Nora, Bruce, Jane, and Susan. Missing from this photo are Charlie (left early) and Anne Marie (sprained her knee).
The ski gods smiled on us, this last trip of the season —three days of quintessential spring skiing! Twelve skiers made their way to the Sugarloaf Inn, one joined us from a nearby facility, and three went missing in the back woods of Maine overnight and finally arrived the next day.
We celebrated the usual Gang mixture of good food and drink, wonderful camaraderie, and as much, or as little, skiing as desired. In keeping with the mellow vibe of the trip, some went out early, preferring the firmer snow, others went out later, opting for softer conditions, but we could all meet up for a sun-soaked mid-mountain lunch. The fourth day brought low clouds and deteriorating snow conditions, but many intrepid members still managed to salvage some decent skiing from the day.
The Sugarloaf Inn is a slightly funky relic of the 60s (aren’t we all!), but it’s comfortable, with friendly and accommodating staff and a surprisingly ambitious restaurant. Breakfasts were included in our room rate; dinners were a la carte and were consistently imaginative and well-executed.
Susan L., Carleen McO.
