In The Beginning ...

During my 6 year journey to ski every resort in New England, I fell in love with the small ski areas that dot the countryside. While the ski equipment may not always be the shiniest, the smiles are the brightest. From the "hand of God" t-bars of Maine to the friendly little local boy riding the lift with me at Herman Mountain to the 84 year old chairlift operator at Yawgoo. From Edna, my favorite 92 year old ticket window lady at Mohawk Mountain in Cornwall, CT (my home base for snowboarding) to the gentle giant with the full beard, thick glasses, LL Bean duck boots and plaid jacket who eased us onto the t-bar with grace at Titcomb Mountain to the camaraderie at the Mount Greylock Ski club where I helped fetch water from a spring for a pot of hot cocoa. From the town hill in Lebanon, NH where I watched in silence as the sun set and the lights began to twinkle and sparkle in the town below - yes, my thoughts always wander back to the small ski areas where the people are friendly, the snow is soft and the memories priceless.