Ski Season Calendar

The summer solstice is, by our thinking at NY Ski Blog, the farthest point from the season in the northern hemisphere. From this day forward we move closer to winter. We smile just a little bit wider as the days get shorter.

Nine years ago, for the first time, we published a list of milestones on the longest day of the year, and it’s become a tradition to update it and feature it on the home page. This year due to an incredible run of late season cold and snow, ski areas made it deep into April and Whiteface had their latest closing day ever, on Cinco de Mayo. In addition, after meeting Porter Fox and Dave Reddick of Powder Magazine at Plattekill we’re more excited than ever to see the first issue.

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In Defense of Skiing Alone

When Harvey declared that he was done skiing alone, I felt a post of my own forming in my head. Skiing solo is one of life’s great pleasures. I wouldn’t consider giving up skiing by myself any more then I would give up skiing itself.

no one around

One time this spring I found myself driving up the Thruway, skis and boots in the truck, with literally no idea where I was going. I reached out to a couple skiing buddies to see where they were headed but I was pretty ambivalent about finding a ski partner. One guy was at Plattekill (not on my MAX Pass), one was at Whiteface and another at Killington (both too far). I think I was subconsciously looking for reasons not to meet up with anybody.

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I’m Done Skiing Alone

When I was a little kid living on a farm, I’d play by myself in a big tractor tire that served as a sandbox. I developed a reputation for playing alone. “Harvey doesn’t need playmates, he’s happy all by himself!” It wasn’t true, down inside I didn’t like it, but I didn’t know myself well enough to push back.

“Trust me, this opens up down below.”

As I got older, I got more proactive. In high school, I joined the cross country team and made best friends for life. Twenty five years after that, I discovered skiing, and it took me another two decades to learn the lesson all over again, in a new setting. A single life-changing event twenty years ago — a solo backcountry ski tour — delayed my embrace of this lesson.

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