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Anonymous
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Strange set of events brought me north to God's country. Son Jerm commandeered our Ludlow hut with friends, and boy Josh scheduled some jumpin' contest at Stowe with friend from Champlain College, so mom and I sought lodging in the heart of Valhalla. Holly did a fine job getting two nights at the Black Bear Inn on the slopes of Bolton. Innkeeper Ken and his trusty dog Oscar saw to our relaxing stay. Recuperation from a week of cold and flu was first concern, TV for the Patriots game second, then a little skiing, and some sightseeing were on the agenda--while we stayed in touch with boy Josh. <BR> <BR>Skied p.m. Sunday at Bolton. Conditions were very good on natural snow trails, though snow making trails were icy. The last time I skied Bolton was Thanksgiving 1970, with little open. This time I was able to see much more. Was very impressed with trails off Vista lift. Showoff, a neat straight shot under the chair. Preacher a great double fall line twist along side Devil's Play-yard with several narrow chutes. Cover was thin, but adequate and tracked down, which suited me fine. Skiing back to the Inn at the end of the day was a real treat. Hot cider, warm fire, snoozing dog, soft music--what apres-ski was like thirty years ago.