In the middle of April my brother and I decided to hit the slopes for our local mountains closing weekend. I have never been spring skiing before, my season usually ends sometime around the end of February...but as it turns out, spring skiing is where it's at. The snow was beautiful, the day was beautiful (think skiing in only sweatshirts), and I'd say at least 70% of the trails were open, and the best part: the mountain was empty. When we started skiing there were around 20 people on the mountain, at midday there were probably around 200...the Wednesday before they sold 2 lift tickets. For a mountain that usually has thousands of skiiers on any given day, it was quite different. We would be skiing and then stop in the middle of the trail and just listen. Complete silence. It was amazing. As soon as we got to the bottom, we'd just hop on a lift and go back to the top again, no waiting in line what-so-ever. We managed to squeeze in somewhere between 15 and 20 runs before our legs felt like they would give out under us. I will most definitely be doing this again next year!