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Dark, gray, and way too warm were the characteristics that marked the last couple of days of deer hunting season in Vermont. Since this dog don't hunt, I considered skiing on Sunday -- but a look Saturday night at the weather report and the mud outside conspired to convince me to stay at home. <BR> <BR>I woke up Sunday with a stiff and sore back. Too many days of Thanksgiving was making me I feel like a fat, old man. My moping around the breakfast table was apparently palatable: at 9:15 AM, Vickie finally handed me $20 and 3 cans of food and kicked me out of the house, sending me off to Sugarbush. <BR> <BR>The joy of being a local: I was on Sugar Bravo by maybe 10:30, skiing before 11. I ran quickly into friend Mike, and we hung together for 4 or 5 runs on soft, forgiving snow. There was some kinda tricks competition that attracted and confined the riff-raff to a small area near the bottom of Heaven's Gate chair, leaving plenty of room for Mike and I to carve fast small and wide turns down Upper Jester to Downspout. <BR> <BR>A good training day. I continued evaluation work on my test-bench equipment, worked the kinks out of my back. Did my best to turn my thighs into burning rubber. <BR> <BR>Called it a day around 2:30, just as a few sprinkles were hitting the snow. Not sure if parts of jester can take too much heavy rain. Hope there is some terrain somewhere in Northern Vermont by Friday.