We left home in Western New York around noon on Friday after a few consecutive days of holiday festivities. With sleet in the forecast locally, we planned to hit the road and make the best of our time off of work.
When holiday crowds swell and conditions feel uncertain, Evan and I often find ourselves heading north to Titus Mountain. A place we trust for consistently great snow, zero lift lines, and a refreshingly stress-free ski experience, even during the busiest weeks of the season. As we drove north toward Malone, muddy ground slowly gave way to a blanket of snow and single-digit temperatures.
