Day after Christmas, 1976 at Stowe. -35 at the summit and 45 knot winds. Getting on the single with one blanket. The liftie looks at me and says, "You better take 3 blankets". Skied 7 runs on the single (there weren't enough people there to run the double) and then headed over to the T-bar (now the Mountain Triple) and did straight line laps on the Standard, Lord, and Gulch. Stayed til 3pm. Most runs I've ever gotten in at Stowe. Minor frostbite on the tip of my nose.