Baker Mountain is an open field on a hill with an outbuilding declaring the club's establishment date of 1937. When I arrived after a hilly ride from Big Squaw and once again outrunning an impending snowstorm, I was greeted with boiler plate ice. I carefully made my way towards the lodge, looked around, strapped on my board and with a prayer made four turns on ice and called it a day.
Stopped at a roadside grocer/cafe just down the road and had a quick bite to eat with Maine's infamous loggers. Drove into the first town with a motel as the snow started to fall heavily. As I stepped out of my car, I heard a smacking sound as a car promptly slid off the road and smacked the embankment. Phew!
About Me
- Jen-ski
- I am an avid skier/snowboarder from Connecticut who enjoys New England winters. One day several years ago while dwelling in my cubicle at work pushing paper in a meaningful manner, I dreamed of a New England ski quest -to ski/board every ski resort in New England. A delightful quest highly recommended for all. Let it snow!