With Whitetail turning to slush, Nancy and I head a little farther north
to Blue Knob to see how its snow is holding out.

I'm impressed. A couple inches of fresh, light, fluffy natural snow.

Just look at how soft it is as I ride through it.
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Looking down one of the nicer runs. This trail had fresh snow all day on
the left side.

Working on Whitetail's Safety Team, I've started noticing things at other
mountains that aren't too safe. For example, the plank with the small
hook on the end sticking out from that little shack. What are these
people at Blue Knob thinking?
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The inevitable finally happened. I've been watching as my boots slowly
disintegrate around my feet. Near the top of the longest, steepest,
narrowest slope, my left boot's binding broke. It was a long slide down.
Back at the lodge I swiped a few paper clips and lift ticket wires and made
this lovely contraption. It held for the rest of the day. For future
reference, paper clips are a lot stronger than lift ticket wires.

It looks like a nice, warm, sunny day in this picture, but it was actually
freezing all day. The lodge didn't seem to have heat, either, so it was a
constant struggle just to stay warm.

This was a strange mountain. You drive to the top, kind of like King Ridge
and Snowshoe. The lifts at the top crossed each other in interesting
patterns.

Later that night, after Bruno fixed my flat tire in the parking lot,
I managed to somewhat permanently fix my broken binding with a 3 1/2"
galvanized box nail. When I got home I ordered new snowboard boots.

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