Adventures · Mad River Valley, VT ·

Cold Smoke & Birch Glades in the Green Mountains

Driving north up I-89 ahead of a February nor’easter for quiet dawn skin tracks and tightly spaced New England hardwood trees.

Rare blower snow tucked away from the wind in Vermont paper-birch gladesRicoh GR IIIx · 1/2000s · f/4 · ISO 200

People who only ski out West love to tease New England skiers about ice, and nine Saturdays out of ten they aren’t completely wrong—Eastern edges stay sharp for a reason. Yet when a coastal low stalls in the Gulf of Maine and drops thirty centimeters of dry crystal over the Green Mountain spine, tight white-birch glades turn magical.

Alpenglow at -14°C before clicking into bindings
Thermos of ginger-red-date tea waiting at the summit

After four laps until our quads burned, we thawed frozen eyelashes at a general store woodstove over cheddar soup and maple creemees—regardless of outside temperature, maple soft-serve in Vermont is mandatory.