Greek Peak: Monday Morning Zig

In case you didn’t notice, it snowed last weekend. Across the East snow starved skiers and riders flocked to mountains, especially on Sunday. Disheartening lift line photos were shared on social media, some hundreds of people deep.

To maximize stoke it was important to strategize. For me the decision was easy: take Monday off and get the leftovers. After riding in the NYSB gang at Plattekill on Sunday, I shifted gears to Greek Peak for Monday morning.

Like the weather this winter, Farah and I got a late start getting to Greek. We rolled in at 11 and the parking lot was busier than we expected. Don’t these people have jobs?

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Snow Ridge Goon Jam 2

Goon Jam 2 kicked off it’s tour right here in NY at Snow Ridge. Tour stops are at independent resorts across the country, and the focus is on supporting family-owned businesses while spreading the love of snowboarding.

Steezy Method
Steezy Method

Despite the truly $hitty weather over the previous few weeks the Ridge was ready. GM Nick told me the snow we were riding on was made over a month ago. As expected the park setup was on point, after the park crew and Flower Skate Shops boys worked through Friday night getting it ready.The layout was sweet, up top a few corrugated tubes and rails were buried for jibbing and stalling.

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Oak Mountain’s 75th Opening Day

My first time riding Oak Mountain was five years ago. I had just started writing for NYSkiBlog and was starting to go off the beaten path. In the years before that time, I drove past the hill on my way to Gore. Now it’s my mission to get to Oak at least a twice each season.

Lake Pleasant

The family-owned resort offers some surprisingly good terrain, a real vibe and no lift lines. Weather delayed their opening to this past Friday. Seeing an opportunity to rack another opening day in 2023, I drove to Speculator early Friday morning.

At the ticket booth I was greeted by Laura O’Brien, half of the husband-and-wife team that runs Oak.

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