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If this song hasn't already been put in your head today, then it should be now.
I can't suffer alone.
It's cold out there everyday!
What is this, Miami Beach?
Shit, six more weeks!
4 Nan, 4.
Gobbler's Knob, PA.
how did this thread have no replies its first time around? Did everyone have Bmills on ignore back then?
Must have been a really busy news day in the Padded Room.
I remember seeing this thread. I wasn't really posting that winter. Weird to remember it.
Are we sure this thread didn't originally feature an engaging discussion between Flowing Alpy, Pureantigravity and that upside down political guy and has just reverted to OP now?
Apropos of timing, it was about 6 on my hill today, so this camper appreciates the sentiment.
Waiting 5 years for a reply and then finally giving up and doing it yourself seems kinda sad.
ha. just playing about the thread, but man don't the Hoyas suck? The Patrick era is having a hard time getting started.
Too early for flapjacks?
Don't drive angry!
I like how other states have gotten on the weather predicting rodent game.
Apparently Georgia’s groundhog is Beauregard Lee or Beau.
Ohio’s is something named Buckeye Chuck.
Please tell me Jersey has a trash panda that can tell us if it’s gonna snow much more this year, or Indiana has some kind of squirrel that can tell you if corn season starts early this year.
Meanwhile, the Hoyas still suck. It's like it's Groundhog Day or something.
Kind of you.
The cold weather has impacted some events.
Loon has canceled the Jigger Jam on Saturday due to the extremely cold temperatures forecasted. Unfortunately, they were not able to reschedule the event for Sunday or later in the season due to the busy schedule.
Meanwhile, Whiteface and Holiday Valley are prepared to host their events this weekend. The event organizers have the right facilities in place to allow for the event to happen. Dress accordingly.
Imagine standing around at the 'face this Sat for a bump comp. Tho I suppose it's better than Friday.
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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!