Sunday River, Dec. 26, 2004

I was supposed to meet Kevin and Judy at Sunday River over the Christmas Holidays but they couldn't make it. I skied by myself for the day.

I had forgotten what it was like to ski in the East. The mountains are small, the woods are too thickly forrested to venture off-trail, and "hard-pack" is euphemistic (read: pure ice). Also, it's cold, cold, cold.

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