Your Greatest Day, Snow Edition

Back east, out west. Thanks for your cooperation.
I have high school buddies who moved west 30 years ago. Like RA, they haven’t skied in NE since. There doing there thing were doing ours. My one jab is they forgot how tight the trees are here.
 
In a normal year I might say the deep powder days at Targhee or the time we were guests of the owner of Vail but I have to say Tuesday at the beast single digit temps blowing amazing powder to shed the coved blues for good it just takes some sweet powder on some double blacks!
 
One of my many memorable days Jan 30 2015 Plattekill Mt. Two of my sons and I headed for Plattie in the Catskills. They thought they were skipping school, but it later got canceled.

We ran into very icy roads and tons of sleet on the drive up. Arriving late we were still were among the first few car there.
What was rain on the way up , was 10 to 12 inches of snow on the mountain. Wow, place is amazing. First three runs right down Plunge, admiring our own tracks on the way back up. Tomahawked Freefall in one of the drainage swales , got a big taste of the white stuff. What a fun surprise POW day!
 
Wow this thread reminds me why I started skiing again. However I'm going to go way back. I was maybe 12 and my dad took my brother and I on a 3 day tour of northern VT (smuggs, stowe, sugarbush). This was unheard of for us. So day one, being irresponsible juveniles, I break or otherwise seriously injure my thumb (still have minor issues to this day). Being creative irresponsible juveniles we taped it up with plastic knives from the lodge so we wouldn't have to go home. Fantastic three days. Ask my dad after reading this thread... Oh yeah something with your thumb. Great trip wasn't it. Best ever I replied.
 
Wow this thread reminds me why I started skiing again.
That’s the cool thing about skiing. Sure, there are really exceptional days of turns and great snow peppered throughout a life of skiing....but it’s more than just that. For many it’s life, love, family, and so many other things that have shaped our lives, families, and who we’ve become. When I told my wife I was starting this thread she thought my greatest day ever might be the trip I took with my two oldest last January, introducing them to Western skiing in the midst of a 41 inch and 36 hour dump. Yeah, that was a great trip....but when I told her my number one greatest day was the day I met her and taught her and her friends to ski she was surprised. She shouldn’t have been, as that day shaped the next 35 years of our lives....and counting. Glad this thread brought you back, too!
 
The love of the game brother, that's what we are all about.
True story so when i first started downhilling i was at Tupper with my recently deceased buddy " Plimps" he takes off like at bat outta hell . I say to myself " no way that old bastard is beating me to the lift " . Well being the asshole i can be , i hit some " gravel " in the narrow wooded section and had a huge Digger , ass over teacup .

Get down to the bottom my freaking wrist is swollen ........Plimps says to me " HEY i got an ice pack and brace in the car ...only a WIMP would quit at 9:30 on a bluebird day ????" we go to the top and some doofus cuts in frnt of me coming off the ramp at the summit . I got ONE good arm can hardly hold the damn pole so we collided . plimps says to me " damn i shoulda been on THAT side of the chair i woulda taken that guy out "

We get home after skiing all day and hard ass Plimp's ?he sheepishishly tells the Queen of the Hop , ummm maybe ya better take him up to the ER . I get to the Ortho in the ER ( who just happens to live right next door to Plimps ) and he says Oh damn YOU were out with Plimps ????? Hahaha i said DOC i gotta be at GORE in 3 days to meet up with my son from Manhattan ,so give me a cast cut so can hold a pole ..he just SHOOK his head and laughed
 
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Not to continue a thread drift but felt this story should go here. After a foot of lake effect went to Lab with 2 buddies. First run we decide to go left off the lift to Ptarmigan trail/lift. There’s two head walls on the way down. After stopping before the 2nd headwall we watch as one of the 2 takes off flying down and we watch as he goes up in a cloud of snow into the non groomed pow. We make it down to see if he’s OK. He says yup but he didn’t want to take off his glove. Thumb looked like a Z. Patrol came & we go to ER in Syr. They put pin in. On a side note he had allegedly borrowed his cute girlfriends pinky long underwear top that day. Be careful out there.
 
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