Sitting in philly today, with absolutely no snow, rain, and 60 degree weather i am dreaming of skiing (As Always). I think of my many ski trips i've taken, and although i love hittin up the big resorts - the Bush's and K-Marts of the world - I think back to where I learned to ski, and realize that the mom/pop places are the true essence of skiing. There is none of that commercial or amusment park feel that takes the purity out of skiing. A place where you can go to ski, and that is it, no mountain ambassadors or people constantly standing around checking trail maps and disney characters dressed up on skis. When I go to ski, the only thing I truly want to see is pow and more pow, with an absolutely uninterrupted line. There is nothing more aggrevating than spending a day of skiing where you are dodging gapers and marketing ploys. So I write this tread as a salute to the little guys out there, who keep skiing real and as a challenge for eveyone to visit them this year - as many are sweating bullets in finances. Keep true to your roots, we must keep these places alive. HELP THE LITTLE GUYS!
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