Big Jay
12.28.03 - It was 9pm Saturday night when Chaz first brought up the idea of an unprecedented December Big Jay run. But with 200” of snowfall this season and the best December in Jay Peak history, the quintessential back-country experience in the Jay area at least warranted an investigation. By 10am Sunday morning we were in line for the tram and highly enthusiastic about the adventure ahead. Temperatures in the mid to high 30’s, gear on our backs, and thoughts of previous Big Jay mistakes and triumphs clouded our minds while the tram brought us to “Elevation 4000’”.
Upon exiting the tram house, we took a few minutes to analyze the intended ski paths and mentally paint the Big Jay mountainside in our heads. A nice ski down, a decent boot-pack up, and one hour later we were standing on top putting our canvass memories to the test. After a few tricky turns off the summit, our core group of four spread out to look for indications of heading in the right direction. The rising temps turned the snow from powder to ice cream to mashed potatoes but it remained soft as we linked 2 or 3 turns in search of the main chute.
300 feet down the trees began to open up giving way to miniature, untouched snowfields. The 2 or 3 turns we were linking at the top were now 6 to 10. Ski alleys 15’ wide and 40’ long opened and closed and with a quick line adjustment, the next section of snow revealed itself. With the backside of Jay and the ridgeline to Big Jay in our peripheral vision, one could sense the end of the run as the pitch faded down into the forest below. The snow continued to gain water and weight as the run planed out. Our legs burned beyond control while aiming our skis out of the valley floor back towards the road and any more turning was nearly impossible.
The cross-country sludge back to 242 was the hardest of any I’ve done. The threesome who’d shared the main chute with me took off blindly into the thick and flat valley as I caught the higher traverse line. The wet slop beneath my boards prevented a quick escape but I was thankful for my poles as I passed Chaz and his posse of snowboarders. Arriving at the planned exit point drenched in sweat and done for the day, I spent the next 30 minutes waiting for the others and planning my next Big Jay adventure.