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.