The Snow We Deserved

The Waiting Game Growing up in Vermont I was ready to ski the second the last maple leaf hit the ground on Halloween night. With the arrival of stick season in Vermont I would make my way down into our old rock cellar and dust off my boots, skis, poles and would imagine myself flying through knee deep powder in birch filled forests. Twisting and turning my way over rocks and downed trees as if I was in my very …