Carpe Skiem: S. New England going off

This has been a wild winter. Powder skiing on a local hit we never would have expected to have snow like this. Historic snowpack--if you're ever going to ski some of this stuff, do it now. Alex and I made it out of town on the morning of the fourth major storm in a short succession to take many short laps on a small mountain.

First ones into the parking lot (which, amazingly, the town plows out even during storms). I am standing on top of an 8 foot high snowbank as Alex step into his skis in a little ground blizzard.

Not meant to be a crotch shot...just a photo of over-the-knee snow depths.

Doesn't look like much, but this little cut in the woods was good for thousands of feet of skiing. You play the cards you're dealt; go where the snow falls.

Although it could have, of course, used a few more thousand feet of vert, this is about as good as tree skiing gets.

Droppin' rocks!!

We were giddy with excitement all day. The snowpack was deep and the area is a real playground, with various little watercourses, ledges, boulders to drop, and plenty of schwacky New England fun.