Harvey’s 2020 Season Wrap

Clearly life is different now. But still, I can’t shake the feeling that it’s too soon for snow to disappear from our front page; it’s still March for goodness sake. There’s certainly some snow in the mountains, but we’ve made the decision not to post current content. This was my decision alone, at this moment I’m not comfortable sharing stories that might encourage people to ski.

Hunter Highlands

The situation is a conundrum for NYSkiBlog. Part of our mission is to generate stoke and get skiers excited to get out there. One solution was to ask our writers to present more reflective themes including their best pictures. I’m going to share my own impressions of 2019-2020, a season cut short.

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That Next Big Step

When your kid turned three years old, maybe you gave her ski lessons, like I did. Maybe you did it because skiing can be an exciting part of a great life. Or maybe you did it because you hoped she’d grow into an effortless, natural skier. Or maybe you did it because you wish you’d started at three years old.

Or maybe it’s a bit of all of the above.

We started our daughter in daycare at Gore when she was six months old. It seems that many ski areas don’t take kids that young, but I think it’s brilliant. If you can keep both parents skiing when the kids are really little, you might be helping to create another ski family.

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Dirtbag Dad and the Ski Truck Camper

I don’t want to overstate things. I’m not currently a dirtbag or a nomad of any kind. I’m the absolute picture of the suburban middle aged, middle class dad. You don’t have to follow me on Instagram to see where I’ll be this week, living my best life, influencing my followers, #vanlife-ing all over the mountain states.

raw materials for ski truck camper

When I was young I did spend some time working outdoors in Alaska and at a couple ski resorts for a while and I did it all without buying a plane ticket. Back when # was still the pound sign, living in a van for extended periods I was, at best, an eccentric free spirit and at worst a homeless degenerate. I was a dirtbag and I seized the day.

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