I am, as one of my roommates aptly stated once, always up for a good outing. In Ithaca, this usually means that I am the first one to volunteer to run errands (especially when it directly conflicts with cleaning my apartment), and that I am constantly bugging my friends to go out to dinner. Last Saturday, however, I decided to take a slightly longer excursion to Greek Peak (#147) for the day.
I had never been skiing on the East Coast before, and when I told various friends and family members of my plans, their opinions of Central New York slopes ranged from “much colder than you’re used to” to “completely worthless … you may as well ski down your icy driveway.” Skiing, of course, is one of the many things that the West Coast simply does better, and Greek Peak is hardly the crème de la crème of eastern mountains. Needless to say, my expectations for the day were rather low.