It's Monday in late March. My legs ache beautifully. The strong sensory memory of a Bag Burger lingers. The vista seen from the Snowfields still moves my skier's soul. And those turns a few days after 15" of snow: damn it's good to be alive on the same planet as Sugarloaf. I was lucky enough … Continue reading Giving Sugarloaf its Propers: An Update to My Sunday River Love Story
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Sunday River and Me: An Unlikely Love Story
In the seven years I've lived in Maine, I've entertained the Sunday River vs. Sugarloaf comparison ad nauseum. For years I was on the Sugarloaf side, and to a certain extent, I still am. During my early years in Maine, I lived virtually equidistant to both mountains. Sugarloaf seemed to have stronger terrain, better skiers, … Continue reading Sunday River and Me: An Unlikely Love Story
