highpeaksdrifter
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It’s cold at Whiteface on a bluebird frosty morning. When you breath you can almost feel the inside of your nostrils freeze. You layer up good and have glove liners. You wear a neck warmer over your Balaklava. No skin is exposed. As you walk to the lift you hear the crunch of the snow under your boots. Maybe in the afternoon it will warm up to zero. The cold air is as dry as it can be. It's a frozen world and it warms my soul...clear, pure, beautiful.
The whole mountain is open. It hasn’t snowed in a week, but no matter the woods are all open cause we havn’t lost an inch, it’s too cold. Snowguns roaring 24 –7 break the slience.
WTF happened. I feel betrayed but with no one to blame.
The whole mountain is open. It hasn’t snowed in a week, but no matter the woods are all open cause we havn’t lost an inch, it’s too cold. Snowguns roaring 24 –7 break the slience.
WTF happened. I feel betrayed but with no one to blame.