The sky was blue, the sun was warm.
28 days doesn’t seem like very many.
28 days of new friends and old. 28 days of powder measured in inches and the distance between two gates measured in seconds.
28 days later, I want 28 more days of snow and cold and bluebird (and graybird. I am from New England after all).
The inevitable thaw continues on, although it’s not over until it’s over. Jay Peak is holding on, as is Killington. Sugarbush, too.
28 days. Why not squeeze in a few more?
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