This season has left much to be desired. I had skied only two times through the end of February. Northern New England ski areas were averaging one storm every two months with little in between. President’s week featured a powder day that felt like a late season weekend. Conditions were so terrible that even a holiday powder day could not bring the crowds out.

But you can never completely write off a season. It just takes one storm to get things going again. One exceptionally good storm to make you forget about months of misery. And at Mad River Glen, we finally got that exceptional two-footer, and it put most lines on the table. And the off map trees were skiing phenomenally due to the think and dense nature of the snow.

The storm brought out the crowds, leading to one of the longest lines that I have ever seen for the Single (easily a 40-minute wait). But the nature of the Single is that even hours after opening, there are still untracked lines all over due to the low density and low uphill capacity. The lines thinned out by noontime, and I didn’t last much longer than that. Only on my third day and charging hard, my legs called it quits long before I wanted to.