After two days of skiing sloppy seconds at Jay and Smugglers Notch, I finally hit paydirt just north of the border at Sutton, Quebec.
A small weather event that was supposed to provide a couple of inches ended up dumping what seemed closer to a foot.
Sutton has an eccentric but well thought out network of glade skiing that’s truly unique — and everyone else in my group agreed.
That felt good… my first East Coast powder day of this season. Better late than never.
