<I>(Note from the Administrator: This report was originally posted on 2/1/00. Due to our move to new servers, the date and time attributed to this post is incorrect.)</I> <BR> <BR>Powder days always present the vexing problem: where to go to maximize fresh tracks. There are, of course, several camps: line up for 7:30 chair at Stowe, vie for limited parking at Mad River, screw the lifts altogether for that one perfect back-country run. <BR> <BR>Or go to someplace small and goofy. <BR> <BR>Couple of years ago, the Doctor and I scored big at Bolton Valley. Yesterday, it was Middlebury Snow Bowl. <BR> <BR>Now, truth be told, there were a variety of special circumstances that lead to this choice, but the fact remains that it was a nonetheless brilliant move. Middlebury students are between sessions, nobody there except local and faculty moms delivering little kids on a school snow day. One or two young hot-shots (one guy who looked and skied a lot like Jerm). <BR> <BR>And one pig fat hungry powder pig. <BR> <BR>By my best count, I skied 16 out of a possible 31 days in January, and at least half of those have been bonafide powder days. Monday was no exception: 110 acres of open terrain, all blanketed with 8-10" of fluff, and little or no competition for freshies. I skied lap after lap until exhaustion, and then kept on going until the lifts closed. <BR> <BR>Quit your job and move to Vermont, ski every day. It doesn't get much better than this!