While the actual year remains lost to time, it was a February school vacation when we went traveled due west from Maine to Vermont for a week at Stowe. I was around ten, which would make the year circa 1966. I have vivid memories of sliding down the National - all the way. And recollections of the lifties throwing huge, bulky army surplus coats on top of us to protect us from the frigid air. And I also remember a trail, but no so much a trail as a frozen stream bed that lay along a double fall line and connected one major trail to another. It was little wider than a pair of skis. One did not ski it so much as skim across the waves of frozen blue water all the while reciting whatever protestations to the Almighty came to a young, terrorized mind. It was called Panic Alley.
I have tried to find it on the current Stowe map, but it appears to have been lost to time as well. I have vetted this memory with my cousin who was with me. He and I remember this "alley" connected either the National to the Upper Lift Line, or the Upper Lift Line to Nose Dive.
If any of you old timers remembers Panic Alley and can shed light on this trail, that was the subject of childhood nightmares, I would be much obliged.
Edited by deliberate1 - 4/25/14 at 7:50pm