I Witness: Powder Day
Yes, that is thigh-deep snow. Yes, this is the East Coast. Yes, that is Clair’s Way on Hunter Mountain with only one person on it. Yes, this was yesterday, a perfect powder day. And yes, they did only open the West Side of the Mountain at 2pm, a bummer for those who got up early for first tracks and finished early as a result – but a joy for me and Campbell, who had to wait for our own hill at home to get plowed before we could get out the house and 20 miles north. Us East Coasters are so used to skiing on hard ice and groomed, packed powder that we often don’t know what to do when we encounter un-groomed, loose snow, especially when it’s as heavy as it was in this last storm. My 14-year old, who resolutely refuses to take any more lessons, subsequently spent much of the day in the following position…
Today, Thursday, is our third snow day off school in a row. Just as well our kids have parents work from home; just as well, too, that we didn’t have Winter Break last week, as nature has given it to us anyway. By the end of the weekend, we should have several feet of snow on the ground – especially on the ski mountains. There are plenty people around here who hate winter and can’t wait for it to end, but for those of us who moved up here in part so we could steal the occasional powder day, the snowfall is a sight for sore eyes.
PS: Staying on skiing, I really felt for Julia Mancuso yesterday, after the fiasco of being pulled off her Giant Slalom run because of life-long friend-turned-rival Lindsay Vonn‘s dramatic fall. I’ll even forgive her the Diva-esque crying fit. After all, any skiier who summers in Hawaii and warms up for races by playing Guitar Hero is alright by me.