Sugarbush Resort Plans to Open for the 2008-09 Winter Season this WeekendWarren, VT (November 18, 2008)- It’s time to get the gear out; winter is here. Sugarbush Resort will open for the 2008-09 winter season this Saturday, November 22nd when the Super Bravo and Heaven’s Gate chairs begin spinning at 9 A.M.”Our snowmaking crews have put down a great base from the top (of Lincoln Peak) to the bottom of the Heavens Gate lift,” said Resort president Win Smith. “Mother Nature has lent us a helping hand over the last 10 days dumping about a foot up top and temperatures this week are allowing us to make every effort to have top-to-bottom skiing and riding come Saturday. We just ask that guests check the website for the latest info before coming up to the hill Saturday morning.”Sugarbush commenced snowmaking operations earlier this month and has been making snow at every opportunity. Several lake-effect squalls that began arriving in October have also helped to turn the resort’s trails white. The Gate House Lodge’s food court and Allyns Lodge will be open as will Timbers restaurant this weekend. The Castlerock Pub, however, will be closed as it is in the final stage of a $1 million renovation. Construction began earlier this fall to double the size of the popular après spot and add a deck on top of it. Sugarbush also added more seating and bag storage capacity to the second floor of the lodge. The new additions are scheduled to make their debut the week after the resort’s 50th Birthday Bash, which is being held December 12-14. Après-ski festivities this weekend will be held in Timbers.Lift tickets this weekend will be $49 for everyone (seniors, juniors, adults, and Sugarcard holders.) The Super Bravo and Heaven’s Gate chairs are scheduled to run from 9 A.M. to 4 P.M.Visit sugarbush.com for the most up-to-date information on conditions and to book your stay for the 50th Birthday Bash.-30-
One of our most popular stories last year was this gem from BRO editor in chief Will Harlan about his first run sans clothes. Dare ya to try your own naked run in 2014…it’s part of our Ultimate 100 Challenge.They say 90 percent of life is just showing up, and that’s certainly true in running. Toeing the starting line is often the toughest part. For me, no starting line was scarier than the Fig Leaf 5K, a naked race at a north Georgia nudist colony.I had streaked across my college campus in a drunken blur, and I had once been dared to run a naked lap around a bar during a blizzard. But never before had I faced spectators and sobriety sans clothes.I waited until a few minutes before the start to disrobe. Instead of a race bib, my race number was written across my butt cheeks.Over 100 runners had gathered at the starting line. Many were top athletes from across the Blue Ridge. They seemed a lot less intimidating without their shorts.Still, I had plenty of reasons to feel self-conscious. How would I measure up? What if I was aroused by a beautiful female runner? Most of all, I was worried about the flop factor. How would my bait and tackle hold up to three miles of bouncing?It was a cold April morning in the mountains, and my twig and berries shriveled up as soon as I dropped my drawers. I joined the other nude runners at the start making jokes and milling around in the buff.“Weather’s a bit nipply this morning.”“Gonna run hard today?”“Nah…feeling a bit stiff.”At the starting line, it was hard to know where to look. Runners are always sizing up their competition, but this was nuts. I tried to stare ahead at the race course, but I felt like I was standing at a crowded row of urinals, trying not to glance.A crowd of stark-naked spectators—most of them from the nudist colony—gathered at the start. Cameras flashed as we took off. (I have no idea where those photos ended up.) For the first mile, I sagged back and dangled off the lead pack. Then around mile two, I made a hard sprint to the front.Freeballing had never felt so good. My junk jiggled and bounced, and my flabby bare skin rippled with savage delight. I felt primitive and raw. I was pure animal, unlocked from my self-conscious mind cage, running wild and free.I hung on through the final mile, though a heavy-breathing hardass approached me from behind in the final homestretch. I bared it all in a balls-out kick for the finish—and edged him by a hair.Afterward, I sat in the sun, soaking it all in. I had shed my inhibitions along with my clothes at the starting line. My mile splits and finishing time didn’t matter. It was the most fun I’d had running in a long time.Running au naturel exposed a naked truth: bodies are amazing—even the sagging, droopy parts. I vowed to spend more time in the buff, getting more comfortable in my own skin.No, the Fig Leaf 5K didn’t turn me into a nudist. I still wear shorts on my morning runs.But at least I’ve taken off my watch.