Woke up at 5:45 in my Catskills hut in Hobart.

The drive up via 10, 30 & 8 was pretty gnarly. “Maybe I should just go to Windham,” I thought.

Got to Gore just after 9. Still snowing a bit, looks like they got about 6”. Not too crowded. The drive immediately faded away and I was skiing powder with my buddy AK.


The sun even poked out a few times.

Chatterbox Glade was open. Other glades, though closed, might have been skiable and pretty good ;).

Lies headwall was a sheet of ice but fun just the same.

My Voile Superchargers were in their element.

Aaron’s Atomics handled the chopped pow with aplomb.

The true meaning of Jewish Christmas.