Ever since I first met my buddy “X” at Gore in 2010, we’ve been plotting to get our daughters together on the slopes. Two girls the same age, whose fathers love to ski: what more do you need?
It turned out to be much easier said than done. Getting the stars to align took almost four years. Sunday was a perfect day for it downstate, if you look past the recent nuclear meltdown of the snowpack by rainstorm.
We woke just before dawn to gear up, eat breakfast and drive up to Tuxedo Ridge Ski Center.
