My very first time skiing was at GP. Not surprisingly, lift 3 was the first chairlift I rode, but Lift 2 was my second. I just have such a clear memory of being incredibly fascinated with the whole system, and the dopamine rush of going up this shaky, noisy thing through the dark woods. I was quite young at the time, and for some reason, It was one of the most exciting moments of my life. Still, to this day, the same neurons fire fire every time I ride that lift, and my mind goes back to when I was 8 years old.
I'll take boilerplate ice over wet snow any day