Iced trees and snow guns welcomed us to the oddly spelled resort:
Lorene pretty much grew up on skis, so she was not fazed by the ice, steeps, or moguls.
KJ just learned to snowboard this year, and we already got him going down black diamond slopes! We met up with the other folks in the group for lunch, posed for a photo, then splintered off again into our trio.
Shadows under the lift:
We speed-raced down the hill to squeeze in two more runs in the last few minutes of the day. We caught the last lift, then skied down Seneca to the parking lot.
It was a fun day. The only problem was that I'd miscalculated the timing on everything (drive back to the city + subway home to drop off my gear) and had to miss the superbowl party I'd promised to attend. Oh well. The Steelers did Pittsburgh proud even without my eyeballs glued to the screen, though I hear the last 24 seconds* of the game were well worth watching.
FN* That's 24 seconds in "football time" which apparently translated into about 5 minutes in the real world.
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