Its was 2ish on a Friday afternoon – third
mountain of this long bitterly cold January day – when I arrived at Tenny. Where
many mountains can be easily scoped from the parking lot, often with a vista of several of the slopes, Tenney is somewhat
disorienting. From the base you can see two lifts, the lovely small lodge and
only the very bottom of a couple slopes. However, once you climb the outdoor
stairs, got onto either of the lifts and headed up the mountainside, it became abundantly clear that this place fooled you
– I expected short, gradual slopes and was presented with surprising long, challenging and well-groomed trails.
In fact, after a couple trips up the triple watching
the high-schoolers race below, I got one of the greatest challenges of the winter – when the head coach let me take
a run down the short race course. I was not in the same form as when I raced
at Sugarloaf in my teens, but I would like to think some of the same moves came back to me as I scraped my way around each
gate. Great fun – I even got one of the kids to snap the shot found on
this page. Tenney I salute you.
After Tenny, I headed
to Lake Winnipesaukee an hour away where friends Jeff, Doug and Jon had rented a lakeside place and were so nice to take me
in for a couple of nights – thanks guys (see Gunstock).
