By Erme Catino
Published: December 30, 2010

Oh Ho Ho It’s Magic… I couldn't get that '70s Pilot song out of my head all morning. Though, really, who could blame me? A post Christmas storm dumped 20-plus inches across much of the East Coast and I was going to ski Magic Mountain in Londonderry, Vermont, for the first time.

Cruising down Route 100 from northern VT, heavy snow and gusts of wind were obscuring the view through my windshield. I wasn't surprised to hear Mike Rogge wasn't going to make the haul over from upstate New York, as he had lines to shred at his home mountain which haven't been skiable in ten years. So there I was, on a solo mission to ski pow and discover Magic— with 2 feet of fresh! Soul turns were now in order.

Magic Mountain is one of the last few classic resorts on the East and was actually closed during much of the 1990's. Now, it operates as a co-op; Magic's president, Jim Sullivan, has been selling shares to save Magic Mountain and continue to revive the classic ski hill much like Mad River Glen has so successfully accomplished.

As I pulled into the parking lot, 10 minutes before first chair, there were no more than 15 cars. I started laughing and asked a group if the relative emptiness was typical. They nodded. Damn, if this was Stowe I would be jockeying for position in line an hour earlier! So the entire day felt like a time warp: classic windy trails, deep turns in a snowy December, a lenient poaching policy, and an overall sleepy resort with a ton of potential.

At the end of the day, a fellow pillager asked how my bases were (2 feet on no base was fun, but at a price of P-tex). I had a few mementos, sure, but that's what skis are for and he agreed and grinned.

I'm looking forward to the prospect of more pow this winter and while this was my first trip to Magic, it definitely won't be my last. Learn more about Magic Mountain investment opportunities HERE ».