Blue Hills (partial) review ’15: Announcing “Harper”; Awaiting Snow
In early September 2015 – it was Labor weekend to be more specific – I visited Blue Hills just outside of Boston. It was my second visit to this charming facility. The first occasion was to introduce my youngest grandson Henry, to the great sport of skiing. As I recall, it was a Ski Patrol fund-raiser, and my son-in-law, Mike generously sprung for our feast: hot dogs, chips and yes, even brews.
Well, on this my second visit, I was doing my best to pretend I could be of assistance in ushering and welcoming my newest grandchild into the world! So here we “men” were, nestled in the shadow of the highest peak of the bay area, Blue Hills Massachusetts -635 feet high! (exact IPhone elevation, not true vertical).
Blue Hill review ’15 (er … almost)
OK, OK. It’s not a 1-K, and I still haven’t skied it … but …
Blue Hills Ski Area is located maybe 10 miles outside of Boston in the suburban Milton community. It is just off I-93 which turns the beltway traffic flow south toward the Cape. My heart is enraptured by this tiny facility: 60 acres of skier and rider terrain; a vertical drop of 309-feet; with 90% snowmaking coverage; offering 12 trails and a terrain park.
Yes, Blue Hills has night skiing. So close to urban based career households and suburban families, under the lights and solid instruction are critical and accomplished here. Indeed the view of Boston from the top of Hills, especially as the night lights twinkle, is worth a stop.
Blue Hills features a double-chair, magic carpet, wonder carpet and a handle tow. The lodge was warm and cozy as were all the patrons and staff. Now this is a family-friendly, learn to love, local operation! It might even rival my home-town “hide-out” the Buffalo Ski Cub.
So I have yet to ski Blue Hills. I did chat extensively with a fellow instructor and a Patrol-person. It was a pleasure. We saw a lot, and what we saw (and heard), we liked. They are excellent instructors embodying a heritage established by past instructors with Olympic and World Cup credentials.
Lesson of life:
Henry returned with his parents (not me) the following season to glide a short distance, the “beginner’s mile” on his plastic, infant skis. He liked it. He loved it. But as we’ve learned, always exit at the peak of the experience. This leaves a burning thirst in their spirit, craving more and eagerly anticipating their next visit. Don’t push a good thing to exhaustion. Things can wear down, even break. Timing is everything.
Been there, haven’t done it
Needless to say, on this hot late summer day, we were not at the Blue Hills Reservation to ski. We instead fully utilized the expansive playground at Houghton Pond and meandered on the sand beach lapped by the waters that pool the run off melt of the Hills.
Yes, Blue Hills Reservation is a pristine state park with an informative Visitors Center, a neat little zoo of rescued local wildlife, and miles of hiking tails – all within minutes of the city!
We shall return, hopefully this winter season, to release our grandson upon the ski world and finally personally ski the hill.
Here she is!
Oh yes, one more item of personal delight: That night Kiki released “Harper Elizabeth”, 7-6#, 20.5″, healthy as God can create, baby girl into the world. Mother Kiki and father Mike, are all doing well. But now we’ve got another skier in the making!
Come. Ski With Me!