Stoweked.

Yesterday felt like a throwback.

Back before a thousand people took up skiing and snowboarding a day. Back before the world was hot and crowded and melting. Back before I was born and my wife was born and back before our parents might have even been born. Back when snowflakes looked like snowflakes.

Stowe was empty. The Ski Capital of the East was barren.

But we were there. And the snow was falling. And the lines were no place to be found. And the 3.7 mile Toll Road trail only had seven people on it. And the powder was adding up. And the ice was gone. And the snow kept falling. And the runs kept adding up.

I think it was the best day of skiing I've had in my life.