Your boy's first ski trip out West! I grew up riding in the ice-covered slopes of New Hampshire and Vermont, accustomed to painful wind and hard falls (really, I broke my wrist both of the first two times that I went snowboarding. And yes, I kept going. Maybe that says something about my personality? to be discussed later). In comparison, Park City & Canyons were both complete heaven...even if it's worth noting that all of the locals were complaining the entire weekend about how the conditions were their worst of the year (shrug). I'm not one to complain about 300 combined trails when there's usually an upper limit of 50.
Showing just blizzard.
Every year there's at least one large-scale blizzard here, usually more...but there's always that one that gets your team sent home from work ahead of time, in order to make it back to the warm, sanctuary of home. Taking advantage of such generosity, I instead took a multi-mile walk down to the Brooklyn Bridge to see what was up. Couldn't really see all too much, but had a grand, frigid time of it.