Well, I guess I'm dreaming since here in the Boston area, we have yet to have our first snow for the 17/18 winter. The mild fall, which made for great soccer, extended into November, and it is only now getting cold. The mountains are starting to see some white, but in the burbs we have to rely on memories from last winter and patiently await that first snow (memories like this photo looking out to my patio, and the wooded hill behind my home). The beauty of a snurfer is being able to take advantage of that precious first snow, when it does come, without having to drive all the way to a resort. And even if you did drive to a resort the first snow there is always packed down (and icy!) to create a base for the snow...and crowds...to come. With a snurfer, you get that incredible feeling of powder surfing from day one, and you get it all to yourself...and free! There is nothing quite like the first tracks of every winter, and two or three inches are all you need. Some of my best memories of snurfing and winter are those first runs on lightly frosted grassy hills. Fresh, cold, white, falling snow is always such a positive, powerful expression of the beauty and wonder of nature...in winter.
Has it snowed where you are? Are you ready to snurf?
