The snow predictions began the previous weekend and steadily rose throughout the week. Emails were exchanged remarking on the prospect of glorious Northeastern powder and arrangements were made. Massachusetts looked ripe for a slamming so we honed in on Berkshire East in Charlemont, but just before we left, Massachusetts ordered a statewide driving ban, sending us up the Taconic to Vermont. It was a slow and slippery drive, but I had full confidence in Captain Jack to deliver us safely. Fortunately, southern VT was also graced by Nemo and Saturday morning we were whoopin’ down Magic Mountain. It was a day of redemption for that area; the last time I was there its only working lift broke, but on this pilgrimage they opened BOTH of their chairs and served up some obviously amazing skiing. That evening we congregated at a friend’s goat farm (Big Picture Farm) for a delicious meal and cozy environs, and woke up the next morning determined to hit Berkshire East.
The day was a perfect 10; bluebird skies, soft powder and an awesome crew of dudes to enjoy it with. Every run seemed better than the last and we discovered endless lines of virgin fluff in the woods, hootin’ and laughin’ and fully aware of the communal joy. There are few experiences in life that compel one to verbally acknowledge the fun being had; usually saying something is fun spoils the fun a little, but occasionally we need to fully appreciate and worship a moment by expressing our happiness and gratitude for being there. We need to seek those experiences and enjoy them. Good times with Good people make life Supergood.
