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  • Thursday, 5 December 2019
    A MYSTERY showed up in my inbox, a text from some unknown sender with a message: “A bypass of the lifts and FB.” It was, as you all might see, the view from the top of Platty, from the platform for weddings at the mountain with: Two skis, one pack, poles… Evidence that someone had hiked up, had earned their turns and that priceless view of the Catskills. I texted back: Who is ... Read more
  • Tuesday, 29 October 2019
    IF THERE WAS ANY QUESTION as to whether we were getting twitchy and anxious for the snow to fly, the 53 STRONG who showed up the past Saturday to cut / clear glades for this year’s tree skiing MADE IT VERY CLEAR: enough with the Mai Tais and flipflops; sweater-weather, we love you, but our hearts are aching for something even colder, faster. We want the season which haunts our summer dreams ... Read more
  • Wednesday, 27 March 2019
    WHAT DO PLATTY’S two bloggers want for their birthdays? Powder. And, this year we got it. Not in inches but feet. Isaac and I celebrate the same week in March at the top and tail ends of the week (and at either side of the vernal divide). And to celebrate: fresh powder, creamy, rich, awesome. It was so good, I took no pictures. In fact, it was three days of skiing that were ... Read more
  • Thursday, 21 March 2019
    THE MAN IN black jacket and black balaclava is buying a ticket in the Platty office. He says, “I was out in Jackson Hole and someone sent me –”  my ears pricked up. Gov, it had to be Gov Carrigan, who is a legend in Jackson Hole. He runs the Mudroom, a fantastic ski shop there, and is the kind of person where if you say you’re from the Catskills or ski ... Read more
  • Thursday, 14 March 2019
    “Fifty bucks if you can spot a cloud.” That was Ray. We gathered at the top of the double Ray, Alan, Brian, Lia, Maddie and I – readying for another lap on this perfect bluebird day. As soon as I’d arrived it was as I’d hoped. Clear blue over a mountain with 100% coverage. Packed powder and seemingly endless untracked through the trees. The trees. Again, that’s where we were heading.  Our first descent started with ... Read more
  • Wednesday, 27 February 2019
    FRIDAY IS TELEFEST. There’s snow today (Weds) and there was surprise snow on Monday — half a foot. All in all there should be a foot + of fresh come Friday. And the mountain is open for all, whether your heel is free – or not. Below all seven Telefest posters in reverse chronological orders. There are babes in bikini in black and white in year one, designed by Jeff Crane who ... Read more
  • Friday, 22 February 2019
    I FOLLOW AN inordinate number of ski patrol Instagram feeds—there’s Jackson Hole and Snowbird and Alta, even perhaps most importantly Snowbird’s dog’s Instagram feed: @frankiebsnowdog—whose bio reads “I work and play @ Snowbird Ski Resort” and whose photos are crazy cute. I also follow the #skipatroldogs—also crazy cute. There are dogs in goggles, dogs in snow, dogs on patrollers’ shoulders at work, dogs on chairlifts, puppies on rescue sleds getting acquainted with ... Read more
  • Wednesday, 6 February 2019
    This past Saturday began like most – I was running behind. I always intend to be out the door, on the road with the dawn, ready to meet up with everyone in the lodge before first chair. Leisurely booting up with coffee and hellos, “how was your week? Were you here Friday?” “Been in the woods?” Maybe sitting down to a foil-wrapped egg sandwich. That sort of thing.   But no – no, I was utterly ... Read more
  • Tuesday, 29 January 2019
    Saturday: What David said: The gang’s all here. It’s that day in January where everyone you know is at Platty, the thing that make it feel like Cheers (even before Apres). What others said: Ski Block (Block is the mountain’s double black, with the steepest straight vertical anywhere in the Catskills). It’s the way the ones that knew, knew that the guns were going and snow soft was building into bumps. Also I ate it ... Read more
  • Monday, 14 January 2019
    This past weekend the double chair opened. And we all showed up. Unlike the week before, the drive to Plattekill was a landscape of snow-covered beauty. The weekend had gifted us with 8 or so inches, and the fields along Meeker Hollow glistened white under a lucent blue sky. The resort was utterly blanketed in snow, the double was running, and I nearly fell in the parking lot scrambling to get to the lodge. I ... Read more
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