Newry, ME – We had been dying for a ski vacation. After loving every minute of a record snowfall on the East Coast last winter, this year we’d barely unpacked our gloves. We had planned a couple trips with friends, but each had disintegrated before we’d witnessed the first snowflake. By February, we were beginning … Continue reading Take Me To the River →

Carrabassett Valley, ME – The wind had quieted. The sun had burned away the early-morning clouds. And when my husband and I slipped off the Timberline lift, the sign to our left was like a neon EAT ad beckoning to the starved. It told us that Sugarloaf’s famed Snowfields were open. n The views from … Continue reading Sugarloafer Since 2001 →

Photos by Scott Murphy Snowshoe Mt., WV (January, 2001) – We drove for hours in the pitch dark. Past gas stations and mobile homes and shuttered barbecue joints. Up corkscrew mountain curves and through national forests, Orion burning brighter on the horizon with each mile into the middle of nowhere we pushed. Was this going … Continue reading Snowshoe: No Comparison →