Plattekill Powder Daize 2021

There have been some drives, and there have been some drives from hell. Aside from the occasional bout with lake effect bands on my way into the Tug, most of those battles involve big coastal storms. Sometimes in the east, when it snows in the mountains, it snows in the flatlands too. Sometimes, I have to drive through it.

snow on Main Street
Main Street Flatlands USA

The new normal can complicate things. It’s always better to arrive in the mountains before the snow starts to fall. It’s often much easier to do that when you stay overnight.

We have a place in the southern Adirondacks and I have used it to my advantage. But in the Catskills this year, I’ve had to improvise. A few times in the past I’ve been able find a place to stay and it’s paid off.

My most recent drive, up to Plattekill’s first Powder Daize of the season, as a round trip, is a contender for my toughest drive of all time. In the long run, I hope the deep powder from the day will be the dominant memory.  At this moment, I need to tell the whole story.

first chair
First Chair

I set my new Nor’easter alarm for 2:45 am, a full hour earlier than my normal Plattekill alarm. One thing I’ve learned is that you can handle a lot more lot incoming, if you are early, and take your time. I was on the road by 3:30 with a lunch, a bottle of water and a full tank of gas.

I did something I always do, which was fill up again at the last cheap and convenient gas before getting on I-287. It’s an old habit from the days when gas in NJ was 35 cents cheaper than NY. That decision turned out to be a good one.


At the start, the drive was difficult. Surfaces varied from clean, to somewhat clean, to very snowy. Once I got into New York things were much better. After that, the speed limit was a reasonable speed to travel. I got to the mountain right “on time.” The skiers I knew were arriving 30 minutes before first chair. First in line? We were the line.

We skied Northface first. The top was windblown and the bottom was a dream. Scott pushed for trees: “the snow will be consistent from top-to-bottom.” Turned out there was a lot of truth in that, with some caveats. We learned quickly, the farther we went to skier’s right, the better the skiing.

Double Side Woods

I kept pushing for low angle trees. All I want to do is float, and not hit a tree. One of my best runs of the day was my second run, a floaty affair way out to the right in a lower angle zone. I was alone and wished I had someone there to woohoo! with.

Our group grew to six and then eight, unworkable in my experience. It was hard to stay together and we soon broke into two groups. I find that when you don’t ride lifts together, it’s harder to plan strategy, stick to it and stick together. Scott, Marcski, Chris and me, it was all we could to keep four of us together.


We found untracked on the double side, and it was deep. I’m not sure how this happened exactly, but at 11:30 it was just Scott and I, and he suggested we head to the parking lot to eat our lunch. It made sense to me. I’m now fully aware of how much harder it is to go all day, if you don’t ever go inside. Skiing from opening to 2:30 with an outdoor break for lunch, feels like a good days work to me.

After lunch, we were headed to the lifts and I brought up the trees off Powderpuff. I’d heard some tell, and I was following up. Scott thought it was a reasonable idea and we went up the triple. It felt odd riding the triple on a pow day, but there we were.


Regarding the trees on the triple side, I have a confession: while NYSkiBlog organizes the annual tree skiing work day, all I really do is promote (the hell out of) it. I have not lopped a single branch in all these years, and I have counted on the kindness of strangers to show me the goods when it snows.

I was unaware that we had done any work on that side. Conventional wisdom says don’t spend the effort to clear terrain that gets a lot of sun. Well, somebody did clear it and in a weather pattern like this one, it paid off bigtime. There a many, many lines on that side of the mountain.

The Triple Side

This was the land of nirvana for Scott and I from 12:15 until we quit at 2:30. I believe the day was in my top 4 or 5 for total untracked snow skied. In the trees the snow was so deep, and so consistent, that you could really have fun with it.

When we were exhausted, we called it. We shared our stoke out in the parking lot as we took off our boots. Then we headed back out on the road. I hope I never get used to the way we now come and go, without a proper celebration.


On my trip back, the drive in New York was very relaxed. When I got farther south things started to get weird. On 287, about 40 miles from home, a plow in the center southbound lanes, drops his blade right up against the divider and sprays a huge layer of semi-crushed ice and god knows what else onto all three lanes in front of me. This is when the excitement began.


All the cars around me started to slide, and for a moment, I was pretty sure some big shit was about to go down. I got a bit sideways, but was able to straighten it out. Others did too. I think after the initial shock of what happened, the drivers were able to control it.

I drove into the shoulder — out of the reach of the spraying ice — and then pressed the accelerator to the floor to get ahead of the plow. Elevated heart rate, but all good, I went on my way.

A few miles down the road a loud noise developed underneath the car. I hoped it was my muffler. I backed off the speed a bit, down to 45 mph, with flashers, and hoped for the best. It was dark and there was no place to stop. I drove a long way to the next exit and pulled into a Quick Chek. I was almost out of gas and I pulled up to the pump. Then I got out to look underneath.

My entire left rear tire was gone, I’d been driving on the rim. Apparently driving lightly on it because somehow that rim is back in use on my car. It is beyond me that you can engineer a car to be drivable with only three tires. I am in awe of this.

In case there is any doubt, I’m sure the ice from the plow was a factor. It was likely jammed up in my wheel-wells and rubbing until something failed.

Maybe this piece should be a pure and exuberant tale of deep powder. But it’s me here, Harv the blogger, and this is what I do. In hotel California “some dance to remember, some dance to forget.” For me, it’s a little of both.

16 comments on “Plattekill Powder Daize 2021

  1. Yikes! Glad you made it back in one piece, but sounds like the trip was worth it. We had a similar experience on the drive home from Thunder Ridge all the way back to Tarrytown. Next time it’ll be Platty for sure!

  2. Great write up as always. To think I was happy with the 6″ a couple of Friday’s ago. Looked like a great time and the tire will just be one the stories you can tell your grandkids about someday.

  3. Harrowing. Made me recall the time when a piece of metal fell off of a truck in front of me on 87, smashing my grill and disabling my car on our way back from the daks. My brother got us over to the shoulder as we were losing power. While discussing what to do outside and surveilling the damage, a wheel came off of a trailer slightly upstream bounced twice at 65 mph missing me by about a foot when it hit the grass on the side and went clear over the 20′ sound fence into someone’s backyard. Driving is truly the most treacherous part of these trips and you just can’t be too careful (or lucky). Be safe out there, and thanks for bringing back another tale.

  4. Hello Boys (all in this case)!

    Harvey, crazy day for you!! Thanks for the spirit and thanks for your efforts and thanks for the photos. Youz Guys are Great!

    That day reminded me of a place that I never skied and never will, by way of ski videos. The snow was so deep and the yellow Birch trees around made me think of Northern Japan.


    Carry on, Brothers!


  5. There have been so many great days at Plattekill that they blend together a little bit. Always good skiing with the Plattekill crew. I feel lucky.

  6. Chris, well put. It was fun to meet you. thanks for sharing the goods.

    Harv thanks for photos. it’s always good to re-live the day through pictures. sitting on my ass at work day dreaming of Tuesday.

  7. Skiing powder is easy. Chasing it is the hard part. Sometimes you have to white knuckle it. Well done!

  8. It was truly a great day. I am grafeful to have been there with good friends old and new. Thanks for the pictures. I always love to see them.

  9. Sounds like an epic day until the tire deteriorated. Glad you’re OK but amazed the wheel is still usable.

    Back when we used to have serious storms more regularly, I often had to drive through stuff like that if I was gonna make a race.

  10. Some wisdom in these comments.

    For me, this was top 10, maybe even top 5. Plattekill’s terrain and snowfall really inspire adventure. I love it.

    I really didn’t want to kill the snow stoke by including the tire failure. But as you can see, I couldn’t help myself. The whole experience made my heart pound, and that means I had to write it down.

    Thanks for reading and commenting, and thanks to those who skied with me. What a day!

  11. Harvey, the story and the pics are great, wish I was there to share the pow with you all. What a great crew to ski with, glad you made it home in one piece (well, except for your tire). Here’s to the next Nor’easter, think snow!

  12. That storm was a wild one! im glad you made it home ok. I arrived the night before thinking that would be the best, but my timing was awful and the storm got a second wind, and i ended up driving Rt 30 during the 3″ per hour rate and the snow was about up to my bumper. i’ll drive in anything, but that was terrifying, and i knew i couldn’t stop. all’s well that ends well, what a stellar day and an amazing storm

  13. “I hoped it was my muffler” damn that cracked me up as I know I try to think of the least possible problem as something arises.

    Great pictures and write up! I wish I had the ability like you guys to write like you do! I have an uncle that writes professionally and I will have to ask for some tips, my hands can’t keep up with what comes out of my brain these days.

    Keep up the great work and I hope I can catch up with some of you guys on an adventure sometime, I used to do the NJ fill up as well before heading further north, fuck getting gas in NY back then.

    Another thing I was driving long distance after skiing the Beast and was fading at the wheel fast until “30 days in the hole” came on WMMR I cranked it up it was like high test coffee, I was going to add it to the video post but couldn’t add it maybe someone else can, peace and stay safe!

  14. Definitely one of the better pow days I’ve had, and it was good to see you out there! Scary story with the tire. Glad you made it home alright!

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