I recently moved from NY to Denver. Colorado is a wonderful place, but I've realized a few things during the transition.
As a life-long upstate NYer, I loved chasing three inch "pow" days, driving up Northway in hopes that my destination was north of the rain line, and most importantly, bonding with like-minded kooks in the east-coast powder hound community. We're a special group. You have to be special to be hunt snow and good turns in the northeast. It takes perserverance and a true love of the sport. We're like the nerdy kids that only got laid twice in college...both times with a girl that everyone thought was unattractive and annoying (who am I kidding, I actually was that guy). We might not always get the goods, but when we do, we really appreciate it.
No one really appreciates snow like we do. I've found ways to love icy conditions. I've convinced myself that two seconds under a snow gun count as pow turns. I spent three years cutting a trail through the woods behind my house with hachet so that I could run home from school and make a few turns while still wearing my catholic school uniform. I've waited at the base of the Straightbrook quad for an hour, in -15 degree weather, so that I could be the first one down Rumor after a small storm. I've skied down Winfall where there was only about 10 inches of snow covering what would otherwise be a pile of rocks. And, I've also had days out east that rival any pow day at Alta. All true east coast powder hounds have stories like mine.
Move to Denver. A dream come true. I wanted it for so long. All of a sudden, I don't feel as special as my favorite season approaches. Everyone and their brother gets their share of pow turns. What is the main complaint: The traffic up I-70. Granted, I'm not pumped about the traffic. Yes, there is a wonderful skiing community, and the skiing is great. However, soemthing feels a little less special. Maybe that's part of growing up; maybe it's because the community is larger; maybe I'm jumping the gun, since it's only late August. What I do know is that nothing is like the truly special and wonderful skiing community in the northeast.
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As a life-long upstate NYer, I loved chasing three inch "pow" days, driving up Northway in hopes that my destination was north of the rain line, and most importantly, bonding with like-minded kooks in the east-coast powder hound community. We're a special group. You have to be special to be hunt snow and good turns in the northeast. It takes perserverance and a true love of the sport. We're like the nerdy kids that only got laid twice in college...both times with a girl that everyone thought was unattractive and annoying (who am I kidding, I actually was that guy). We might not always get the goods, but when we do, we really appreciate it.
No one really appreciates snow like we do. I've found ways to love icy conditions. I've convinced myself that two seconds under a snow gun count as pow turns. I spent three years cutting a trail through the woods behind my house with hachet so that I could run home from school and make a few turns while still wearing my catholic school uniform. I've waited at the base of the Straightbrook quad for an hour, in -15 degree weather, so that I could be the first one down Rumor after a small storm. I've skied down Winfall where there was only about 10 inches of snow covering what would otherwise be a pile of rocks. And, I've also had days out east that rival any pow day at Alta. All true east coast powder hounds have stories like mine.
Move to Denver. A dream come true. I wanted it for so long. All of a sudden, I don't feel as special as my favorite season approaches. Everyone and their brother gets their share of pow turns. What is the main complaint: The traffic up I-70. Granted, I'm not pumped about the traffic. Yes, there is a wonderful skiing community, and the skiing is great. However, soemthing feels a little less special. Maybe that's part of growing up; maybe it's because the community is larger; maybe I'm jumping the gun, since it's only late August. What I do know is that nothing is like the truly special and wonderful skiing community in the northeast.
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What I've learned since leaving Upstate New York. I recently moved from NY to Denver. Colorado is a wonderful place, but I've realized a few things during the transition. As a life-long upstate...
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