The end of the season is always bitter-sweet, and some years the remaining snow melts away with a whimper. But not this year!
The party started on the bus before we reached the Lincoln Tunnel and continued until we arrived home from Vermont on Sunday evening, leaving everyone wanting more. And the weather played right along: dumping 10″ of snow at Stowe to give us mid-winter powder conditions all day Saturday, then delivering a blue-bird spring day on Sunday with bright skies, abundant powder at the summit and corn snow at lower elevations, with temperatures that peaked at 80(!) degrees in the sun. Did I mention Cathy’s impressive ski-yoga demonstration, Saturday night dance party, the herd of wild things hanging at Spruce Base Bar, or the truck full of Butternut Golden Retrievers?
As Phil Caracci wrote on his Facebook page, “Such a spectacular day at Stowe Mountain Resort! Sure the snow was great, the sun was great, the discounted tickets were great, the truckload of puppies was great…. but what’s really great is the people on the trip that you share all of this joy with.”
If you love skiing and boarding, making new friends, playing with puppies, and getting down on the dance floor, it doesn’t get better. Check out our calendar and join us at one of our social events, on the bike trial this summer, or at the Miramar lodge next season. You won’t regret it.
By Amy Sunshine
The third bus trip of the year was uneventful on the way up to Miramar’s lodge in Waitsfield, Vermont, until we were a few miles from the lodge. Turning on to Plunkton Road from Route 100, the bus hit a patch of black ice, fishtailed and ended up striking a rock wall. Everyone was a shocked, but fine. We even arrived at the lodge more or less at the normal time.
It turned out, though, that the door had been banged up enough that our driver Ray couldn’t open it. Members Paul and Rafael were already at the lodge and came out with crowbars to open the door for us. The next morning, Ray dropped the skiers off at Sugarbush and drove down to Stratton to get a new bus.
The new bus took the group to Stowe the next two days, though there were a few hardy folks who preferred to go to Sugarbush. One of those was Dennis, who took a bit of a fall on Spring Fling. He was helped by kind strangers and the ski patrol. It turned out that one of them was our cook’s chimney sweep, and he drove Dennis back to the lodge. Of course, he was invited to stay for cocktail hour.
Riding the Goat
On the slopes, conditions over the weekend rivaled, if not exceeded, the best of last year, and there were some significant skiing breakthroughs. Ruth, Renata, Sandy and guest Ron all skied Goat. It was Ruth’s first time, and she made it down without falling. In fact, the only one to fall was Sandy, who took a spill at the top. Ruth thanked Sandy for all she learned from him.
Earlier in the day, Virginia had made multiple trips down Morningstar with Renata and Sandy and was still glowing over Renata’s praise, “You look good!”
Maureen Cavanaugh made a triumphant return to downhill skiing after her bike accident, and you could not wipe the smile off of her face.
Off of the slopes, New Year’s Eve was also the last night of Chanukkah. Sharon brought her family menorah and had a bunch of the goys light the candles as the Jews sang the prayers and explained the meaning of the holiday, which turned into a debate that lasted well into the night.
Colleen Curry and Susan Weintraub were the before dinner bartenders and made excellent prosecco cocktails that were heartily enjoyed by all. Yours truly also donated a bottle of French absinthe to the bar, which many enjoyed that night, but not so much in the morning.
It being Miramar, there was an intense game of Left-Right-Center. In the end, it came down to Sandy and Liz. Liz prevailed. She’d explained the game to everyone, but she swears she didn’t load the dice.
We were also treated to the unveiling of Robin’s commissioned painting of the back side of Sugarbush as seen from Bristol. The way the painter captured the Vermont light is truly amazing.
I’d like to add a personal thank you to Ray: You drive us up every weekend, often in awful conditions. This is the first time anything has happened. I don’t know that I trust you with my virtue, but I most definitely trust you with my life.
I like eating fish. I like catching fish.
Finding a seafood restaurant in Manhattan is easy, but finding a place to fish, not so much. And, If you threw a line in the East River, would you be inclined to eat anything you caught? Hmmm … a little too close to the Newtown Creek and the Gowanus Canal.
Well, it turns out there is another option, and it’s convenient. On East 23rd Street and the FDR Drive service road there is a tiny marina that you might not even know exists. That is the home of the Capitol Princess.
I learned about this family owned and operated fishing boat from an email, and I was eager to give it a try.
Of course, you all know that Miramar was a yacht club before it was a ski club. Our ski club is directly descended from Sheepshead Bay sailors. So a Miramar boat trip is not a new thing.
The original trip, with four people, was planned for Labor Day, it was canceled because of a hurricane watch. That turned out to be a good thing because it gave us an extra week, and we ended up with a group of 15 mostly Miramartian fisher people.
The journey lasts six hours, which is great because you have about an hour of travel time to get out to the fishing spots on both sides of the Verrazano Bridge. There is a lunch break too. The price also includes water, soda and lunch. Beer was available for purchase.
The boat has an upper deck with padded couches and wide open breezy viewing in three directions. Perfect for the sightseeing part of the day.
Every once in a while someone would reel in a sea robin, which looks more like a bird than a fish. A few sharks also found their way into the boat. Some were very kissable.
The biggest catch was not from our group. I saw a dude a few feet away from me pull in a 10 pound monster fluke.
In all there was about three hours of fishing time. The boat supplies the rod, reel and bait, as well as lessons, if anyone is in need. The entire crew was delightful and eager to make sure everyone had fun. When a business takes that much care of their customers, you know they want you back. Look for a Miramar fishing trip on next year’s summer schedule.
Miramar began in the sea and this summer we returned to the sea thanks to Peter Maloney and the Sebago Canoe Club who hosted a 8-mile paddle across Jamaica Bay into the Gateway National Recreation Area.
We watched cormorants drying their wings, osprey curiously observing our fleet of Miramartians, and had a rare sighting of two tilt-rotor osprey coming in to land at JFK. Trippers and friends included Peter and Virginia Maloney, Rose Ng, Liz Meyers, Gail Reiken Tuzman, Mich Rowen, Wendy Shepard, Aaron Hoglund, Renata Tenenbaum and Richard Carey. With special thanks to John Daskalakis of the National Park Service who joined us, and Bonnie from Sebago for her helping wrangle our group and providing these excellent photos [click to view full size].