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Skiing is Skiing, No Matter How Much Snow

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There's not a lot of snow, they say. In fact, it hasn't snowed at all, they say. There isn't that much open, they say. The Skiing is Boring, they say.
WHAT?! I'm Sorry, What did you say?!
The skiing is boring? You have to be wrong! There isn't snow everywhere ... well let me explain with a song:
Skiing is Skiing, no matter how much snow We turn left and we turn right, it doesn't matter how far we go.
Every DAY it is different Every TRAIL its own way Every TURN's a new challenge Every DAY you get to play
I am having a sweet time, my ski buddies and I, we are laughing and skiing and sometimes I even cry.
We make our own fun, as we play in the snow, we don't need steeps or powder we can go fast or even slow.
All we need is snowmakers and lifties, just to make everything go. And groomers, ski patrol, & park crew to help us play in the snow.
Skiing is Skiing, no matter how much snow We turn left and we turn right, it doesn't matter how far we go.
We ride th…

Dust on Crust and I'm Grinning Ear to Ear

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Finally.
To wake up this morning and watch the flakes floating through the sky instead of watching heavy non-solid precipitation make puddles in the dirt.
My heart heaved a sigh of relief as I stepped outside into the flurries.
My feet were cold against the squishy ground, but there was an off chance of greatness today and I wanted to thank the earth first.
Would there be enough?
Because holy crap it has rained for like 3 days.
   Would the mountain recover?
    Could it recover?
To be firm, oh crap would it be firm.
A text from a friend confirmed the solid truth of the matter.

But the guns were on.
It had dropped 12 degrees since 7am.
And there were freshies.
Untouched Snow!
Like from the Sky and everything!

An east coast skiers dream.
The first real snowfall of the season and it's dust on crust.
That little bit of untouched snow that falls onto the eerily yellow groomer tracks magically exposed.
Finding that little pocket of built up snow as you fall off the trail, inching e…