Bmills, every Feb 2 you should relate the story of The Gobbler because, well, Gobbler's Knob
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Bmills, every Feb 2 you should relate the story of The Gobbler because, well, Gobbler's Knob
That's gonna be a brisk day for a lot of standing around between heats.
I thought about telling the tale again cause it came up on its anniversary, Budweiser College Ski Weekend at Snowshoe over MLK weekend, in conversation with a couple buds who were there.
ETA: Damnit, now you made me go looking for it. When you search "Gobbler" this is what comes up, a bump from 2019.
https://www.tetongravity.com/forums/...hlight=Gobbler
I knew I could count on you.
I remember when I was a young buck skiing somewhere on the east coast it was so cold they wouldn't let you do two runs in a row.
If you had skied down the slope to the lift, a liftie was there to direct you into the lodge to warm up before they let you back on the lift.
Skiing in Quebec when I was a kid they had these big canvas blankets that they threw over you when you got on the chair when it was really cold.
One time at Sugarbush it was about -25 and we went in and got some food and my friend was freaking out, he kept looking around, mostly up at the ceiling. I asked him wtf, and he said, "It's raining blood." That was a weird moment. Turned out his earlobes had frozen and cracked in the cold and they were dripping blood on his cafeteria tray and plate as they thawed while he ate but he still couldn't feel them.
I've skied at powder king when it was -37 C and that was fucking cold
at HBM they have taken to cutting operations when it gets to -20 C when it gets to that temp not many people are skiing anyhow we did have some -30 last month
the equipment doesnt work so good at that temp and if they had to evacuate the chair it could take long eough there could be some frostbite
It got so cold and windy at Breck in December that a chair blew off the Peak 8 SuperConnect lift.
Barely a speed bump in operations.
I always drink to world peace.
We once (once) slept in a tent somewhere above 10,000ft in the Beartooths in February and it was -25F. Well, "slept" is an exaggeration. We just huddled in our sleeping bags.
Anyway, we had a small red LED light hanging from the ceiling all night. In the morning, the entire inside of the tent was covered in a cm of frost from our breath. And the LED light looked like a red, golf-ball sized disco ball.
The next day we climbed and skied some rad lines with phenomenal cold smoke, so there was that. We had to rush to get into the sun though that morning. Too cold.
Hahaha, my annual reminder to reach out to those who were there to meet the Gobbler.
Whoever he was.
Fuck you, Phil!
It's not just Phil anymore. There's a whole cottage industry of state-specific weather predicting rodents.
For example, it appears West by God Virginia's French Creek Freddie says early spring for the Gobbler this year:
https://wchstv.com/news/local/french...diction-friday