A few days ago, my brother Jon sent me an update on Northeast Slopes and suggested we get together for some skiing there. I've stopped by twice en route home from Mad River Glen, and carved some telemark turns. With the snow falling all day and night, my mind of course, turns to skiing.Here we are at Northeast Slopes, circa 1965ish, Jon, myself, and David, ready for another day of skiing. I don't think Jonathan was skiing yet, but he sure is entranced with those ski poles--skier in the making, especially if Grampa had anything to do with it!
As the snow whips around the house, I'm reminiscing of past ski trips with my siblings. I'm overdue for another adventure with them! Jon, my free-heel brother has ventured off-piste with me, and no doubt, is sitting in his house too, itching to get out on his skis. Remember our trips on the Skyline Trail? Yahooooo!
Hey guys--love you! Think snow!
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