Dig the car out.
Hope I can follow a plow truck up the access road. No such luck.
Put socks on, pants on, boots, mid-layer, bandanna, helmet, goggles, gloves, coat.
Grab skis, go!
Wait, hop, bounce, for the rest of the crew.
Up Amex, up Ursa.
And there it is! SNOW!
And that's a powder day. What a relief, a breath of fresh air, a clean slope waiting for tracks. Today's storm was the biggest in a looong time, and it felt good. Really good. Six inches at 6am, with the count going up steadily through the day – 8”, no 12", no 18", no, even more!
After a few early runs, legs already burning, it was back to the office to spread the news. On Twitter, Facebook, Stratton.com, YouTube, the cry of POWDER went out - even if we had one, our snowday "Pow-signal" wouldn't have been seen through the buckets of snow coming down. As my friend Bruce would say, "its fresh tracks with free refills!"
After a few hours with itchy powder feet, I had to go back out there. The bump lover in me had a blast on Polar Bear, Upper Standard, Switchback, and on and on. If you’re not a bump lover, don’t worry – groomers have a full night ahead of them.
So, thank you Ullr, for answering our pleas and attempts at bargaining for snowstorms and powder days. Here’s to many, many more where that came from!
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