Mount Sunapee, Newbury NH

I skied Mount Sunapee sometime in the late 1990's (pre ski mission) in a snowstorm. As I made my way up I-91, my encounters with snowplows became less frequent to the point where I almost turned around. Exit 9 popped into view just in time.

My only impression of Sunapee in the snowstorm is moguls galore. It was my first encounter with skiing in over a foot of new snow and every run was bumped. Within a few hours my legs were shaking like jello on a wobbly table.

Stayed with my friend, Liz and her husband in New London, NH. The next day I cross country skied at a place nearby. It was a gorgeous day to remember - blue skies, soft fresh snow, birds chirping....