tirolerpeter
New member
Hunter Mountain, NY
Thursday 3/24
POWDER !!..UNGROOMED!
REPORT
I hit the Mountain at 9AM. Despite dire and hysterical "road condition" reports on all the radio stations I departed at 0530 and made a record run from Smithtown, LI. I must have been listening to some alternate universe radio stations. On the Thruway I hooked up with a slug of cars that actually hit 100 a couple of times. The cops must have been rescuing snow-bound widows somewhere. That run set the tone. The snow was incredible. It was actually DRY powder and in places had drifted to nearly two feet. I made about three or four "warm-up" runs. Not only my leg muscles warmed up, but since it was in the thirties, my whole body warmed up. I had only underwear under my powder suit and I had that unzipped to my belly button (Although, you wouldn't really want to see that.) About 10 AM I hooked up with a guy with a season pass who knew every secret powder stash on the mountain. He also skied like a bat-out-of-hell, and I chased him like a maniac. The faster we went, the more time I spent air-borne. It really smoothes things out when you fly over the bumps! Every so often you could hear the calls of the "Powder Hungry Woohoo Bird" as skiers hit piles and piles of the stuff. It really was amazing how dry the snow was, and not just for March. I have to say that it approached (sort of) the stuff I like to blow through out in UTAH. Too bad they are predicting (UGH!!!) non-crystaline-precipitation for tomorrow! Every few years we get this kind of thing in the East. It really helps keep up my spirits despite the sadness I feel at the arrival of spring.
Thursday 3/24
POWDER !!..UNGROOMED!
REPORT
I hit the Mountain at 9AM. Despite dire and hysterical "road condition" reports on all the radio stations I departed at 0530 and made a record run from Smithtown, LI. I must have been listening to some alternate universe radio stations. On the Thruway I hooked up with a slug of cars that actually hit 100 a couple of times. The cops must have been rescuing snow-bound widows somewhere. That run set the tone. The snow was incredible. It was actually DRY powder and in places had drifted to nearly two feet. I made about three or four "warm-up" runs. Not only my leg muscles warmed up, but since it was in the thirties, my whole body warmed up. I had only underwear under my powder suit and I had that unzipped to my belly button (Although, you wouldn't really want to see that.) About 10 AM I hooked up with a guy with a season pass who knew every secret powder stash on the mountain. He also skied like a bat-out-of-hell, and I chased him like a maniac. The faster we went, the more time I spent air-borne. It really smoothes things out when you fly over the bumps! Every so often you could hear the calls of the "Powder Hungry Woohoo Bird" as skiers hit piles and piles of the stuff. It really was amazing how dry the snow was, and not just for March. I have to say that it approached (sort of) the stuff I like to blow through out in UTAH. Too bad they are predicting (UGH!!!) non-crystaline-precipitation for tomorrow! Every few years we get this kind of thing in the East. It really helps keep up my spirits despite the sadness I feel at the arrival of spring.
