Snow, Snow, Snow.

I went up to the mountain today. It was lightly snowing, and the entire mountain wasn't open yet. My snowboarding yoda and I opted to stay on the lower lift and as we were chatting about the sub-par conditions (only half the mountain, only a 6 inches of fresh powder, kind of cold 25 degrees) we took stock of the situation and decided that we are spoiled.

I admit it. I am a spoiled Utah snowboarder who is grumpy with anything less than powder up to my knees and a high speed quad (and french fries and hot chocolate at the top of the mtn). I have never been riding on the East Coast, although I think maybe someday I'll try to poach the single chair lift at Mad River Glen.

But you ride with the snow you've been given, and as my snowboard Yoda always says, a bad day of snowboarding is better than a good day about anywhere else.