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... whole thing and did what I would have probably done. She said the heck with it and just got on the bus back to the Inn.
Now as this is my last post I will leave you with some quotes from Kelly that I thought summed it all up. I hope we meet on the slopes again.
Waitress: "Would you like cake with buttercream frosting?"
Kelly: "I'll try anything once."
Me: "Kelly, want is your secret to living to 90?"
Kelly: "Just have to keep ...
... in the single digits for the beginning part of the morning. From there, we spent the morning bombing down the long blue runs before we hit what is in my opinion the best glade at Sunday River.
Blind Ambition starts out with steep moguls with trees added into the mix. Once you make it down about a quarter of a mile this glade opens up to untouched powder, open terrain and the occasional cliff drop ...
What a glorious day to not be taking the T into work. No offense Boston, but Bethel, Maine knows what's up.
I opened our balcony door with a hot cup of coffee in hand and took a breath of that cold, fresh Maine air. It smelled like chimney smoke and opportunity. There was a dusting of snow on the ground from the night before, fresh powder waiting for new tracks.
We ate breakfast to the sounds of Vivaldi and Chopin (could have ...
... behind us. The rates were posted, and the attendant demanded cash. I asked if I needed to sign in, and they said no. A little strange, for sure. When we entered the room, we saw a strange piece of furniture or sculpture next to the bed. It was about 20 inches wide, four feet long, and had two humps, one about three feet high, and one about two feet high, kind of like a miniature roller coaster. Huh. Weird. Until we saw the poster on the wall. Four rows and five columns ...
Heading to Maine I (Rachael) was looking forward to seeing my friend Meg who I hadn't seen for years. After an autumnus scenic drive we arrived at Kents Hill, a small village which is centred around the very prestigious High School where Meg works. After leaching on the local bar's wifi to get in touch with Meg (not even getting out of the truck!) we headed to the school staff accommodation to meet her and Kent (her dog who ...