By Ryan Dunfee

Halloween is possibly my favorite holiday, offering the layman the chance to dress up and inhabit the personality of someone weirder, sketchier, more handsome, or more of a drunk than their usual persona. But this time it was Mother Nature, who donned her La Niña costume and came out as Madre Naturaleza, rolling into the Northeast like a gringo falling out of the front door of a Señor Frogs wasted on tequila – mis-timed and destructive, and with the bartender still glad they came and spent all their money. 

Madre came in cold and spinning, dropping upwards of two feet across Southern New Hampshire and Western Massachusetts while throwing heaving, barreling waves at the New England seacoast.  While fellow contributor Tim Fater and I traded e-mails about what to do and where to go, I ultimately opted to space my radicalness out over two days, spending the first taking advantage of the one-day monster swell and surfing the only spot in an hour’s drive that might be sheltered from the raging Northwest winds, while Tim headed west to the seldom-shredded pitches of Berkshire East.  Returning home to scour snowfall totals, my friend and co-founder Ryan Denning and I decided anywhere with enough snow to ski would be worth it, and by sunrise yesterday morning we pointed the car Northwest towards Mount Sunapee, the site of some seriously random powder slayage during another freak storm last winter that was documented on on this very