‘Twas the weekend before Christmas when all over the ski hill,
The sound of snow guns could be heard, so the trails they would be filled.
Macker sat high on his groomer laying out carpets of white.
While Laz on his snowplow made sure no cars would have a fright.
Because already in December the snow had come aplenty,
And so far the number of skiers might have been only one hundred and twenty.
So, the fine folks at Platty sent out a call:
On skiers, on snowboarders, on shredders – come one and all.
More rapid than eagles they did respond.
They’ve started coming from further and further, from far beyond–
Hearing rumors of tree skiing and fine, fine terrain
Plus, kind people and lift lines that are not a strain.
The hill it is open, and Riley has poached his own secret stash
But hurry, that powder might go fast.
Because I saw Santa head for the top of the Block
Crying out, This my friends, I will rock.
With his fat skis on, a pair of Rossi S7s
This run, he said, is my own slice of heaven
But I heard him exclaim, ere he skied out of sight.
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.”
Okay there are always questions that come with Opening Day. Can you find your ski socks? (check). Your gloves and helmet? (check). Have you sharpened your edges? (check.) And have you packed cash to tip the bartender? (check). Because remember Platty's bar is awesome. But then there's how it feels to get back on the hill, that Opening Day fluttler of nervousness at skiing for the first time in a new season. Well, add to this another question: How much? And by how much I do not mean open terrain. No, I mean snow. A storm is scheduled, Platty could get six inches. Or a foot. So better not have two left feet.
And stay tuned for pictures of opening day antics.Also on the blog this year there will be coverage of the new updated terrain park and stories with K.C. Jones and Preston Lemaster, the maestros behind the park. They are the ones driving it, and if you've got questions about it, send 'em to me and I'll make sure they answer and pronto. Or I'll answer for them...
See you Saturday!
In a country where we seem to love everything super-sized from our meals to our cars, we must ask if size really matters? Is bigger always better? Naturally, when discussing bank accounts, bigger is better and a few extra zeros on the end of my paycheck wouldn’t make me complain either.
But what about our mountain? We are not the biggest. Not even close. We don’t have the most trails or the most sponsors. We are not going to compete for snowsport domination of the world. BUT, we also don’t have long lift lines, ticket lines, or food lines. We are not too big to remember you from last year or the year before. We are not too big that we forgot what is most important…the people that visit. We don’t pander to anyone and we don’t kiss any corporate backsides. The people here are here because they are passionate about skiing or riding. They know that it is good here. Period. They know that they can count on Platty to be that familiar place with familiar faces. They know that we KEEP IT REAL! So the next time somebody asks you if size matters, tell them yes but bigger isn’t always better!