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Winter Storm Damon: Ski Camping in the Killington "Backcountry"

It snowed.
It rained.
And it snowed a bit more.
And snowed again.
Until the mountains turned from a dismal fall
Into a winter wonderland.

And what better way to experience the beauty of winter
Then by jumping into it full force So I followed him.
The boyfriend.
Up the mountain,
And around the side.
Under trees so heavily laden with snow
that we worried they would break any minute.
Big, fluffy, Dr. Suess type trees
We discovered our own hidden Narnia
As we skinned through the Vermont woods,
Looking for a place to call home. And we needed to do it soon.
The sun was setting through the clouds
- or so we guessed because the snow was falling so heavily
we could barely see a thing
As we skinned deep into the woods
To find our magical spot hidden amongst the trees.

Then it was time to shovel. And shovel.
And shovel some more.
We had to dig a space to put our little winter tent,
Needing to make sure that the falling snow
would not drift around our home
And suffocate us while we slept.

Then we pack down what sno…

Making Winter Where Really There is None

It feels like an endless celebration.
The mountain is gradually opening
One hard worked trail at a time
Making Winter where really there is none.

So we raise a glass
And then stand for one shot ski after another.
We toast a bottle of champagne
And pass around the first bottle of whiskey
- and then a misjudged second.
Making winter where really there is none. Trail after trail as the snowmakers work it off,
Lugging hoses this way and that,
The rats and k3000s stand strong
fighting for space with the new High E mysteries
Making winter where really there is none.

The groomers take the snow that is left,
Piling up what snow they can find
and spreading it out where they can
Turning dirt into white magic
making winter where really there is none.

The lifties are chiseling snow off the chairs
cursing the snowmakers for a misaimed gun
Or the groomers for a misplaced blade
Shaking their heads in laughter at those of us who are here,
Making winter where really there is none.

Patrol is here,
Putting up ropes and droppin…