I’ve been on the road a lot lately, covering 2500 miles in the first two weeks of February, a combination of work and play. The “play” was back-to-back weekends hunting pow, at Snow Ridge and Oak Mountain. While I felt the need for a day to unwind, my love for riding won out.
By Friday, the itch to carve some turns was too strong. Looking closer to home, I set my sights on Hunt Hollow, excited for a new experience at a familiar yet still under-explored spot.
I’ve overlooked Hunt Hollow in previous years. Members-only access on the weekend limited my opportunities. My previous experiences had been night skiing on weekdays.