I returned to Plattekill today for the first time this year. I had a hard time getting myself out the door, but my brother was pushing to go. He even went out to warm up my car. Reluctantly, I drove the two of us to Plattekill. My ski season started at Hunter Mountain on opening day, White Friday as a Peak Passholder. After a rather bleak season at Plattekill last year, I wanted to assure myself that I would have plenty of snow and variety to ski this season. Although I do not regret this decision, something very important was missing. I can not pinpoint what that was exactly. Maybe it's the special people who seem to be attracted to the place? Maybe it's because most of the natural snow has missed Hunter Mountain this year? Maybe it's because I have skied there religiously for the past 7 years? Or, maybe it's because the snow gods were speaking. IDK.
I had the opportunity to ski a few runs with Marcski, and MattChuck at the beginning of my day. They took me for a run through the woods off of Ridge Run. I quickly realized that my legs which were used to skiing groomers, were not completely up to the task of knee deep tree skiing. It came back quickly however. It didn't take long before I realized how much fun I was having, and now I'm thanking Joe for pushing me out the door. Again, I can not exactly pinpoint exactly what was so special about it, but one thing I know is the snow quality was very solid. Unlike anything I have found at Hunter yet. It helped that the whole mountain was in play. It was great to experience the magic of Plattekill again. Or as Laz would say, "Not magic, just Plattekill." I will be back.
I'll take boilerplate ice over wet snow any day