During a season in which one inch became the new one foot and six inches became the new boot deep, it was nice to finally get pinched into wakefulness: today book to knee deep was boot to knee deep.

Harvey hatched a plan to ski Mad River Glen en route to points further north. I couldn’t help but throw in despite knowing that meant committing to seven days of skiing in a row. Harvey’s passion and enthusiasm for skiing is infectious. To play tour guide during Harvey’s first trip to Mad River Glen was an honor I couldn’t pass up. And Harvey brings good luck with him to Vermont, both times we have hooked up in Vermont were surprise powder days.

I assumed some up slope snow would fall during the evening. My mind raced with possibilities of nooks and crannies that might contain a few left over powder stashes. But plans changed rapidly when Harvey noted that Mad River got ten inches of new snow overnight! It was so on.

With a two day combined total of twenty inches plus lee side blow in, we skied ample boot to knee deep untracked. Everything was skiing incredibly well when suddenly I found the right slot and let loose my loudest and satisfied powder scream of the season. The two day total plus drifting plunged me waist deep as blower powder exploded up and over my shoulders. Sensational.

For a holiday powder weekend, lines were relatively normal if not very reasonable despite hoards of cars filling the parking lot twenty minutes before opening. The sky was a cloudless deep blue all day: a rare treat on a powder day following the storm. A skier could get used to such things. But the way this season is going, I just might be able to imagine it happening all over again if we could get just a few more inches.