Although I miss skiing at my favorite resorts around Lake Tahoe and am really jealous of the not-in-the-last-100-years 19-foot snowfall record over the past couple weeks, it doesn’t suck living in the foothills of the Adirondacks and being at a good ski resort in less than an hour.
Yesterday Jen came along with me for a ski trip to Gore Mountain. Like its more popular and farther north neighbor, White Face, Gore is run by the New York State Olympic Regional Development Authority. It’s been ranked by Skiing Magazine as one of the top ten best kept secrets.
I live even closer (less than 30 minutes) from the Boreal-like West Mountain, but I haven’t even bothered going there to ski yet, though we may go snow tubing there at some point. Regardless, this is the first time in my life I’ve lived so close to a ski resort (one of the many reasons we moved to Saratoga Springs in the first place), and it’s a very cool thing.
We left home yesterday at 11am and were at Gore by noon, on the slopes by 12:30pm. Given that I’m out of shape and it was my first time skiing this season, I only skied until 3pm. We left the resort by 3:30 and were home by 4:30. Pretty amazing to put in a good half day of skiing in so little time, and still have the entire evening left.
Gore itself is a really good mountain. I was impressed. It was very similar to White Face. There was enough challenging terrain and big moguls to give my quads a thorough workout. It won’t be my last time skiing there.