Silky tracks, sparkling fresh corduroy, blue skies, 25 degrees, birds chirping from snow-laden branches . . . .. . . . .
Was I dreaming??
Had I gone to bed after single-handedly finishing off an entire three-cheese pizza . . . .OR . . .
Was I dreaming??
Had I gone to bed after single-handedly finishing off an entire three-cheese pizza . . . .OR . . .
Was this actually Prospect in late March ?
(I'm a happy camper, skiing across Beaver Pond.)
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