The experience of Plattekill is the sublime combination of natural terrain, incredible people, and right now - the blessings of a March filled with week after week of perfect snow. Each, a key ingredient…making up the soul of a place.
This past Friday Chris S., Ray, Chris R. and I gathered at the end of the most amazing tree run I’ve ever skied in my life - it was the most amazing skiing I’ve ever experienced, on piste or off.
Before dropping in, as we collected at the top, passed around water, and prepped our gear, I was both nervous and excited - I’d never skied this kind of terrain before. The trees were untouched, the snow was knee deep, as I quickly discovered after stepping out of my skis to rest. Snow fell around us, feathery and light, adding itself to the copious gobs of untracked, delicious powder waiting below.
Chris R. dropped in first, finding a smooth line, traversing across the mountain below. I followed, staying alongside, but also wanting to cut my own path. Chris S. and Ray - the two veterans - came down after, flying past as though it were second nature. Which of course, it was.
From there we leapfrogged down. Beautiful lines through acres of empty forest. No sound but for the swish of skis and shouts of unabated joy. And for once (thanks to Alan’s and Chris’s patience) I managed to keep up.
Nothing but us, the knee-deep powder of raw terrain, and the trees commanding it. One word filled my head – Pure.
It’s how I think of that day; of how I think of Plattekill. Nothing between you and the experience, no extravagant garbage selling you a manufactured experience. Just the mountain. The snow. And, if you are fortunate enough – some great people to show you the way.
Emerging from the trees, we were somewhat overwhelmed. Our faces glowed with an astonishment, as though none of us expected to be as good as it was.
“Well…that didn’t suck,” Ray said.
Nope. It surely didn’t.
Your heart is here—That’s what we heard this Valentine’s Day as a group came to ski at the mountain.
And here this winter, there’s been a lot to love. (Plus check out Dylan and Gavin who've grown up at Platty in the terrain park)... Storms dumping more than we expected, cold nights where we’ve come to turn on the snow guns soon as temps were right. We made snow this week and will again on Friday and Saturday and on into the season… For many ski hills President’s Day is when you stop making snow. Not for us, not as long as the cold holds out…. And there is snow stockpiled around the mountain to make sure the skiing stays great. And also Mother Nature will be lending a hand on Saturday with snow in the forecast… Laszlo (Platty’s owner) has a guess of around 6 inches falling. We're calling it for first chair Sunday morning...
Meanwhile if you want to go to the bar, Magic Hat is doing a tap takeover on Saturday… There will be giveaways and special drinks. Plus Talking Machine play live on Saturday and on Sunday it’s Dave Mason…
A picture better be worth a thousand words, because today all I have for you are photos taken on Platty's first PowderDaize of the 13-14 season. And that second one here is the only lift line I've ever stood in at Platty. Thank you Sarah Rogers for holding my place at the front (proving there are friends on a powder day at least until you get off the chair). And this being Platty you know there will still be stashes on the weekend because I am coming back for seconds....
While just about everything in the Hudson Valley is being labeled “the New Brooklyn,” we can promise you Platty is not the “new” anything. It’s about as old school as you get. Lodge with good bar (check). Fixed double chair (check). Long runs, good vert (check and check) and good snow. Now Brooklyn thanks to the Diamond bar is coming to Platty. (Click that little read more button below to get the deets).
Sometimes pictures count more than words. And, with the way the weather was, well, I didn't have much to say. Except that yesterday's 4 inches felt like a foot. (And yes, I treated it like a powder day). Which attests to the sad state of affairs in my weather world. Or just my ski addiction. However, hope (and flakes) are in the air for those us addicted to the white stuff... MLK Jr looks to be celebrating his birthday in fine style. See you at Platty.