Seven Springs surprise

An unfortunate part of moving back home means a lack of skiing areas (actually a rather severe shortage of snow). So a goal of mine and my friend Brians' was to embark on a ski excursion before we left wild and wonderful WV. A close inspection into the forecast yielded expectations for snow first, then sleet and then freezing rain- all in a matter of hours. We knew we had to act fast in order to fully take advantage of the weather. Typically we might consider going south to higher elevation resorts, but this time around we concured the best snow is north, in PA.

What started as flurries when we arrived turned slowly into a full blown winter storm, dumping an astonishing 4 inches of pow in 2-3 hours (wow-wee!). We stepped inside for a relaxing lunch, followed by a french vanilla coffee with Manner wafers to watch the flakes get bigger as they fell outside. Brian and I kind of knew this would happen and absolutely love surprises (albeit expected)- especially powdery ones! We cranked out as many runs as possible on this little mountain only to be halted by sleet for no more than 15 minutes that turned into a freezing rain and ruining the pow beneath our skis as we tele-smacked our way down the mountain. At this point we both agreed it would be wise to stop while we were ahead and make moves for Morgantown.

Upon returning to the car, we were greeted with a nice, thick glaze on everything:















A quick brush-off, a step to the gas-pedal and a couple breaths later we stopped in Uniontown at a bomb-diggity shnittle-bang family Italian restaurant for a Yueng-Ling and cheese covered pasta followed by a rich desert accompanied by a coffee. Some days life can be so good you can taste it in your mouth by the end, staying stoked with good vibes and good company, those are the days full of pleasant surprises.