Thursday morning, I woke up to four inches of cement in my NJ driveway, so I quickly got on the road, assuming Plattekill would be open for a Powder Daize. When I got off the Thruway, I called and got the no dice verdict.
So I headed to Belleayre where tix were only $18. You're probably laughing, because Belleayre ain't exactly the home of EC gnar, but it was great... all those trees that you normally can't touch (because there's rarely enough cover) were filled with almost a foot of soft pow and it didn't turn to cement as the day went on, right through to the final bell. I even made two sweet runs down Highmount (under that old Mueller double chair).
My pix suck (difficult to get any in-action woods shots because no one was there), but just to give you an idea:

You can cut me off from the civilized world. You can incarcerate me with two moronic cellmates. You can torture me with your thrice daily swill, but you cannot break the spirit of a Winchester. My voice shall be heard from this wilderness, and I shall be delivered from this fetid and festering sewer.
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