The Early Bird…


…gets the fresh corduroy and powdery crud.  We had three, maybe four inches of snow fall from the sky out on the ski hill last Thursday night.  And by 9:30am on Friday, I was on the slopes and flying. Scroll to the bottom for Maximum Excitement.

First run of the morning.  Oh, it was so sweet.  Especially after I got off the summit, where the winds were howling hard enough to push us back into the lift chair…

Then this:  the intermediate rollers for which Mount Snow is famed.  Also, some fresh…powder.  All 2″ of it.

And the mountain’s White Ribbon of Death:  first run to open, last to close.  Not at all deathly on Friday!

And last, but certainly not least…ripping the steeps.  Black diamond run:



About Lori Holder-Webb

I'm a Southern Woman by birth and a Texan Woman by upbringing...and yet I find myself living in New England and married to a New York City boy. Up here we use the same currency as we do at home, and I don't need to travel with a passport, but the commonalities pretty much end there. The language is different, the jokes are different, the people are different, and the weather and terrain sure are different too. I moved away from Texas in 2002, and ever since then, I've been the stranger in the strange land... I've had some questions about the name of the blog - if you were not alive, or living abroad or under a rock, or in grad school during the late 1980s, Oldsmobile attempted to shuck its stodgy image with a series of commercials intended to bring brand appeal to the younger generation: this car, they said, is not your father's Oldsmobile. If you have a morbid curiosity, hit YouTube for William Shatner will take you right there.

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