While I skipped town last weekend and missed the blizzard that hit the northeast, I was caught in some snow at the end of January when I went on a spontaneous ski trip to Maine. Spontaneous because I was going to an area of this country I'd never been to, with a large group I didn't know. Driving up and out of the city proved to be a really great getaway. There was fresh snow that was light like powder. Crackling fires in our cabin. The thrill of gliding away on skis, picking up some pace. A perfect winter weekend.
Thanks for having me, Maine. I hope to visit again soon.
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