My wife and I took a spur-of-the-moment day trip this past winter in Southern California and were blown away when we pulled up to the small ski area, got out of our car, and almost instantly started sweating. It was January and temps at the base lodge were in the low 60s.
Needless to say, the terrain was less than expansive once we actually got out onto the mountain. The trees were loaded with death cookies, and a majority of trails and lifts were closed. But here’s the rub: it was one of the most fun days I’ve ever had skiing. I got to make slush runs with a person who hadn’t skied much, and was eternally excited for every run and made chair rides more fun, too.
Spring skiing is so good. Especially when there’s a solid base.
But this? This requires another level of appreciation for sliding on snow — or what there is of it. And sure, nobody’s showing up at New Hampshire’s Black Mountain on the final day of the season expecting chest-high pow. But runs like this would be enough for me to suggest to the wife, “Dude, let’s just go get a beer.”
Props to this guy, though, for pointing it on (quite possibly) the muddiest run you’ll ever see and hooting through every turn. It looks so bad it’s actually inspiring.
Black Mountain Snirtfest 5/17/2026
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u/TheRealBrokenbrains in
skiing
