It is the 20th Anniversary of the first Superstorm. Didyou see it coming and do the white thing?
I just happened to be one of the lucky ones that saw it coming back on the original Weather Channel and made plans to get out of Dodge and head for the hills.
We packed up the Cherokee for a friday night departure and set our sights for Hunter Mountain, a 200 mile run from south Jersey.
Other friends were to follow us in there rig but opted to come up saturday morning, BIG mistake!
Ahead of the storm we eased into to the old Saugerties Howard Johnson's and made camp for the night. We wake up to a couple inches of fresh, but the storm is still in NJ where our ski buddies are now trapped. DOLT!
By the time we finish breakfast it is now SNOWING. We figure this is going to be a party and not a ski day, and we turned out to be right. Check-in to the Washington Irving Lodge and make plans for lunch at Last Chance Cheese, a good day for fondue.
Buy a bottle of JD for a Superstorm Party with the owners of the lodge. Forecasts are starting to call for 30-40 inches of the white stuff. My wife and I could not be more stoked as the storm is to pass in the night and give way to blue skies.
Help plow the parking lot and circle up the 4X4s with our Cherokee at the point, pointed to the street. Also put some corrugated board over the grill as it was howling full-metal jacket snow. No Pete's Steaks tonight, so we eat at the lodge and have a fine time with a handful of quests, everyone else had cancelled. Go figure.
I know I have some digging to do and our hosts fired-up the kitchen early, so out I go into the white. I know there is a Jeep in this pile of snow somewhere. Dig her out and bust out to the street, prolly 20" in the drive. Eat-up and head to the hill.
Hunter is reporting 38" of POW, my trusty Volkl SLCs are more than a match, my wife loving it as she is only 5'3", it seems like her smile slowly turns to, WOW what a workout.
About 5 or so runs into it I bury a ski and now I'm spending some panicky minutes trying to find it. Even this turns out OK and we finish off the morning skiing sick lines with just a couple of other 'inmates', yup we lost our minds, died and went to heaven. Oh, I almost forgot, we are in the Catskills. SICK!
Unfortunately, we have a drive to get back home, if we can get back home, so we pull out mid-afternoon and begin the next leg of our journey.
It was like the drive in the movie The Day After Tomorrow, cars left stranded on the Thruway and the Parkway, and here is this Jeep Cherokee making it through. It was a real workout for me as the driver, 200 miles of Off-Roading.
Just thought maybe someone else on this planet may have experienced this storm in a similar fashion. So if you have a good story let's hear it.