Headed up a refresher clinic which included some second year instructors, a trio of boarders, and a couple of O.G.s. Given the slightly colder than normal temps we banged out two laps, went inside for cocoa, then back out for two laps, then inside, with a repeat of the process several times. We jawed collectively about using terrain to teach, how to talk to kids, and how to talk to parents in-between sliding down the hill. Comstock was open for the first time, so we got a few West Ridge runs under our collective belts. Weather was chilly (when your Vermont homies are complaining about the cold, you know it's cold) and the snow was a mixture of fresh manmade powdered sugar, boilerplate scraper, death nuggets, and edgeable corduroy.
“The best place in the world to ski is where you’re skiing that day.” — Warren Miller
