Some of us - the under-employed and under-enrolled (at the moment) subset of the family - took an epic 9 day sojourn up to Maine and Vermont for some truly excellent (though yes, still east coast) skiing. AJ and I remained home holding down the fort at school and work, and since I don't know because I wasn't there, all I have to present to you, dearest readers, are a smattering of pictures. Perhaps Z will hop on and tell a few stories.
In the meantime, the short version is Z and W ventured to deepest, darkest Maine aka Sugarloaf. Met up with Nick, had a blast skiing some Glades and some Moguls and some Terrain Parks and some Ice Rinks and all of the rest of the mountain, too. Since 5 days is the limit for Ikon at Sugarloaf, they took the party on the road to Killington and spent another 3 days there. As fas as I can tell, everyone had an awesome time. And for context, the last picture is a dramatic rendering of the knee pain/injuries that would have ensued had our crew taken a particularly dodgy run they opted against. NO actual knees were busted in the takng fo this trip!
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