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Started the season in classic flatlander fashion: after the big drive, there was no way I _wasn't_ gonna ski my tail straight into the ground. Which I proceeded to do via... <BR> <BR>Endless laps on World Cup. Two days worth. <BR> <BR>Basically it was the only way down. Okemo listed 6 trails, which really meant you could ski World Cup top-to-bottom or just cycle on the upper half. However, given the slow lift for the top half, vs the high speed for the whole length I couldn't really see any reason to just do the top. <BR> <BR>Snow was nice both mornings. Saturday afternoon got pretty scrapy/icy. especially on lower World Cup (ok, there's a reason to only do the top, but it still didn't seem worth it). Sunday afternoon there were a fair number of surprise bare spots. <BR> <BR>But all in all, it was delectable skiing. No lift lines at all. The trail has some variety. There's a section with a nice double fall line. There was a little speed bump at the bottom where I struggled mightily, over and over, to elevate my hefty self to something I could, at least in my dreams, call "big air." (Marginal success on that account.) There's flat-out bombing sections. There was even, on Sunday afternoon, a little section of bumplets. But mostly, it just felt sooooooooooo good just to ski. <BR> <BR>Amazing how the sensation all comes rushing back after 6 months in mothballs. Including, rushing back, the surprise sensation of catching one's <BR>tip/planting one's face. But... it all felt so good.