Mad River Valley | Vermont's Snow Globe
The Mad River Valley is a winter wonderland famous for its skiing, but those who live here know that their towns are also filled with creative people and warm moments.
I’m sitting in my car on the shoulder of Common Road, halfway between Waitsfield and Warren, Vermont, finishing the last of my Christmas slab of dark chocolate and contemplating a snow globe. No, it isn’t the kind you shake, and it wasn’t in my stocking with the chocolate. I’m looking down into Vermont’s snow globe, the Mad River Valley.
There’s a valley for every pair of hills in Vermont, but seldom do you get the sense of “valleyness” that you do here, where the Northfield Mountains to the east, and the steep spine of the Greens to the west, cradle the realm that lies along the Mad River, this valley’s keel. It’s a remarkably self-contained little world, and under the bright blue dome of a January sky, a snow globe is just what it seems.
The two towns of Waitsfield and Warren anchor the heart of the Mad River Valley. (Fayston, Moretown, and Duxbury are the other Valley towns.) Tiny Warren, just off the southern end of the stretch of Route 100 that follows the river, is defined by two institutions: The Warren Store, one of those Vermont general stores that sells sandwiches and designer clothes on the same ancient, wood-heated premises, and the posh Pitcher Inn, with its renowned restaurant and wine cellar, and guestrooms each designed by a different architect.
Waitsfield, seven miles north, is busier. At its heart is the 1833 Village Bridge, also known as the Big Eddy Bridge, second oldest in Vermont still in use. There was more than a big eddy here in late August 2011, when Tropical Storm Irene made the normally mildly irascible river truly Mad. But the bridge survived—as did the nearby block of shops and restaurants—though one building had to be nudged back onto its foundation. A block away, on the corner of Route 100, the yellow-brick Joslin Memorial Library is a place where, according to a local guide, you’ll find “even the occasional dog.”
To the world outside—even to Vermonters who live beyond those two defining ranges—the Mad River Valleyis all about skiing. That’s understandable; two of Vermont’s premier downhill ski destinations spill their trails eastward from the Green Mountain cordillera. Their characters are wildly distinct: Cooperatively owned Mad River Glen, in Fayston, is a defiant throwback, with its deliberate paucity of grooming and snowmaking, exclusion of snowboards, and legendary single chairlift (there are also a pair of doubles), while Sugarbush, sprawling across both Lincoln Peak and Mount Ellen in Warren, is bigger, far more lushly clustered with lodgings and restaurants, and decidedly more au courant.
In fact, as I was told by Rick Rayfield, proprietor of Waitsfield’s wonderfully eclectic Tempest Book Shop, Sugarbush is where the term “jet set” was coined—by none other than Oleg Cassini and Leonard Bernstein, who skied here in the ’60s. Bernstein favored Sugarbush because he could spend the weekend here, just up the road from his New York Philharmonic, without having to take an actual jet to the Alps.
At the Hyde Away, a comfortable old shoe of an inn just off Route 100 on the way to Mad River Glen, I spent an agreeable hour in the pub having drinks with a member of another venerable New York institution, the Fire Department. Other Vermont resorts are thick with Bostonians or Montrealers, but Gotham still skis the Valley.