The snow is great in Vermont, but temperatures are -26F and potentially lethal.
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During a period of really cold and snowy weather in the early 90’s (in part due to Pinatubo?) I did some extensive skiing in Vermont. Skiing in -18 F to -30 F weather is quite doable and enjoyable if the wind isn’t blowing and the sun is out. The skiing was fantastic.
It was an interesting drive up to Sugarbush over the Brandon Gap because it was too cold for the salt to melt the snow. I witnessed lots of people in 4 wheel drive vehicles that managed to launch themselves over the barrier and down a mountain side. My beat up Oldsmobile did fine (I didn’t go over 30 mph). The only bad part was the heater never warmed up driving at such a slow speed.
I stood at the top of the mountain in Stowe in the early 90s with the frigid wind blowing stinging hail onto my face.
My friend, who lived in Stowe, turned to me and said ‘Welcome to Eastern skiing’.