Only the most desperate of us shred-hungry urchins could enjoy the repetitiveness of double-digit runs on one trail.
However, that's just what this particular gnar junkie did on Thursday.
It was opening day for Ski Butternut in Great Barrington, and given an early-week mishap trying to drive my tiny hatchback into a Vermont snow storm, I was craving some time on the hill.
Now, opening day meant discounted prices, but it also meant that beyond the instructional bunny area, Butternut was offering mostly just Main Street as shreddable terrain.
So, like my neighbor's daughter with the soundtrack to Frozen, I hammered that slope into the ground.
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